me and mike got hammer'd last night. and boy howdy.
the club was bumpin, 'an the girls was aight. he told me his story, and i offered advice.

got to do a little breaking. a newfound love for crip walking.

borrowed a sweater from my roomate. it was cool, but i smelled like fish all night (see post about apartment smelling like fish) because of it. whenever i wanted to dance with a girl, i had to hang my fishy head down and get another drink.

i drank a 40 of mickeys at 4am even though i was already drunk from the club and lo and behold i went to class at 8am and was still drunk. nothing like taking notes on genetics while blasted.

haven't watched south park for a while, but, the episode on the presidential election was great. basically, stan doesn't want to vote, because the candidates are: a douche bag and a turd sandwich. and he learns by the end that pretty much all elections are between a douche bag and a turd sandwich, so he votes anyway. i agree, thats how i felt on voting day.