Eight

So party time last night? Yeah, pretty sweet. Most of you were there, but I'll throw some highlights out there for you:
~any english person's attempt to speak spanish
~parker
~the groping game
~the search party sent out after me
~the two times I ran away from my own party
~the pow-wow on the side of the road
~me jumping on the hood of not Joe's car
~dancing like loons
~pillow fights
~the spanish sandwhich game

All in all, it was an interesting way to experience culture. I haven't checked the basement yet for abandoned things, but I will, let me know if you're missing stuff.

Anyway, I just woke up and I feel pretty bad, the West Side Market and Cat's volunteer thing just got wasted. And now I have a game in two hours that I don't want to go to, because I'm not going to play anyway.

Anyway though, rave tonight, and hopefully that will be fun.

So Carmina leaves in exactly one week. It'll be nice to have some free time, but I feel liek I was a really lousy host the whole time, because I barely saw her. I've been an only child for too long, I'm too used to having the house and my time to myself.

There's really nothign to write, is there? Oh, fuck I'm so tired.