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So I'm sitting in my room, covered by a blanket and shivering while a "few" of my roommate's friends party it up in our living room with the air conditioning blasting and there's a knock on my door. The first thing I notice is not the blaring music that comes rushing in but Mr. Green Eyes asking me if I want to party. And I'm thinking "yes, yes, YES!" but my rational side keeps saying "four hour car drive four hour car drive... U2 concert....." so I decline but goddamn sometimes I need to be more adventurous. Perfect opportunity. Too bad mr. perfect opportunity was shitfaced already and wouldn't remember me tomorrow. So instead I hang out here with my hammies, watching them go round and round in their wheels and chew on their cages, listening to U2 and getting ready for the best weekend of my life. :-D