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I'll be honest, last night was a blast. It started out a little bit iffy. I was sad and all because of my grandma (among other things). However, then I drank a little. Then a little more. I had peppermint schnopps in hot chocolate (which was pretty good) and then three of my smirnoff twists. Those were good as well. Then I went down to my friend Mike's room and hung out with him and everyone else down there. I ended the night with a couple of guys hitting on me. That was nice. I don't think I'd date any of them but it was still nice (especially since I know they hadn't been drinking, so their judgment wasn't impaired or anything). So at about two I decided that I wanted to go to bed. But when I got up there Alycia was curled up in the fetal position. I tried to get her up, but she was pretty passed out. So I went back down to Mike's room and slept on one of his spare beds. I just now got up and went to my room and to my great surprise Alycia is still sleeping on my bed. I think I'll go down to one of the study rooms and read for History or Linguistics. That's a good idea.