I am thinking of becoming noctournal.

No i'm not. I am actually angry at myself for getting such a small amount of sleep for the last few days. I guess I can justify my drunken neglection of homework/priorities by the fact that I didn't work all weekend. I want to go to sleep but I can't.

This weekend was so good. I didn't crack open a book but I got to go to all kinds of social events. The Grass show was so much fun. I love that band more everytime I see them. I went to a really funny party on Cannaught Street afterwards. I thought I was going to die on the way there: nine people in a four passenger. I had to sit on Dana's lap and he kept telling me that he was glad I wasn't fat because if I was, he would "punch my fat off." Anyways, apparently he stuck true to his threat and ended up punching not my fat, but a face! I guess he got in a little scap at the party after I left and punched the guy who lived there. I am so glad I was not around to see that. Firstly, I hate violence in any way, shape or form. It makes me feel totally nauceous. Secondly, the house was just too small and I have a feeling there would have been some sort of domino effect where everyone would have fallen over each other. Anyways, apparently after Dana punched this guy, he got kicked out of the party. Willis tells me he got hungry on the way home and figured the most logical way to gratify his stomach was to break into a neighborhood house and make himself some supper. I guess they came downstiars and called the police. I am sorry, but that is the best story! Imagine just waking up in a haze to some drunk with long hair in your kitchen? I guess it would be scary, but in an EXHILIRATING way.

ALSO! My parent's are going to Spain from February first till February fourteenth. I will want company because I am house sitting for them. I want to have at least one drinking party proceeded by Monte's dancing.