Hi, bitches.
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I didn't go to college today because i'm lazy and I want to take advantage of the fact that this week is not compulsory. Like I said, I was only attending the dumb team building classes, and although i've met people and I love them all, I think another two hours of writing motivational catchphrases on oversized pieces of paper and then reading them out to the class would have driven me crazy.
Last night was super. Not really. The bar we went to was like.... uh... smoke city. Alright, I know that pretty much all bars are smoky, but this one was way up there. It was like a dream sequence. With pool tables. Various things happened. There were tacky beer mats, most of which I stole. I'll scan one later. You'll see what I mean.
But anyway. Now I know where everyone in my grade went after they graduated. Smoke City. I was hit in the face with a pool cue and Morgan punched me after I touched his bum-bum. He apparently thought it was a guy. Except was me. So... he was half right. By the time I went home (Designated driver is my middle name - Woo, yeah... and various other noises you make when you're being sarcastic.) I looked like i'd been in a smoky brawl. Which I kind of had.
And... I've lost my digital camera. It's gone.