What a lactose.

[moodytuesday]

Semi was awesome. Numerous people were drunk and/or hot, and were therefore fun to laugh at and/or ogle and/or disassociate ourselves from as fast as possible before Mr. Morton got the idea that we were somehow connected. However: they didn't have drinks until two hours in. Not even water. It was terrible. When they finally brought in some water bottles there was a mad rush for the drink table, and Miranda and I had to sprint to make sure we were properly hydrated. Luckily, we'd taken off our heels. Then for the last half hour we just couldn't dance anymore, and it was too cold to go outside, so we collapsed on the floor by the door. That was the worst part.

This snow is great. I'm praying we have a snow day tomorrow. Have to write a mini-profile on Noah Pang, and it is not turning out well. Should have requested a person who actually talked.