Wanted: France
um, anyway. Last night Scott and I went to an insane beer party with Brady and his friends. It was a small apartment with like 200 people packed inside, it took like 5 minutes to cross the room and the bottom 6 inches of my jeans were soaked in beer by the end of the night. Not my scene at all, and as always I was incredibly awkward for most of it until I got drunk enough to not care why I should be uncomfortable. I much prefer that sort of thing with like a few close friends, like say, Hannah and Max? Oh well, welcome to MSU life.