"Partying is such sweet sorrow." -Robert Byrne

Now was Robert Byrne a loser? Or did he know what he was talking about? He is also they sayer of
"Doing well is often a waste of time"..
"Getting caught is the mother of invention"..
"In order to preserve your self-respect, it is sometimes necessary to lie and cheat"..
And my favorite..
"Everything is in a state of flux, including the status quo"..

In the past three days, I've gone to my registrar's office, seen "some advisor" with a cockeye, and appeared in a job interview. Oh yeah, and attended a party.

I needed to see my registrar because I had to deposit money so that they know I'm going to their college. And someone put "criminal justice as my major but I wasn't down with that. And I needed to see an advisor for class selection, so they gave me this cockeyed hispanic lady who was real jolly. Very jolly. So.. very.. jolly. (For those of you who don't understand.. you still won't know what I mean by 'jolly'.)

And I had sent my resume out online for jobs. My mother helped me with it. One of the jobs called me after a day, and after a little phone tag, I finally got through.

I showed up to the job interview.
(And that's all I'm going to say about that.)

And finally the party, by Eduardo. Every honors student I know was there. Claudia, Suzanna, Mabel even. Shit. I mean how many people know that Suzanna can dance? Not many I bet. The others just sucked at it. There was also Laura (who was really working her boyfriend, and just looked distasteful on the dancefloor, which was about 7 by 7 feet of tile.) Joanna and Olivia showed up without any "boyfriend" thankfully, otherwise there literally would've been no one to dance with, because well.. it was a couples party.
I showed up with Darryl and Christina, and already we were the odd people out. I was surprised to see Adam, and then Random came with his brother (who just stood there thinking he was the only black person there), and after that fucking "Max and Andrew" came out of nowhere. It was a fucking crazy. I just kept thinking "This is a cockfest", right after I practiced 'Salsa' with Adam. God. So I left.

To eat with Darryl, is a great "feat". I wanted Taco Bell and he had the nerve to say, "Okay then I'll walk to Burger King". So we ate Burger King. (But he did get a free box of chicken tenders out of it, shaped like stars, lightning bolts, I think even hearts.. fag.) I told him I wasn't just gonna leave the party yet.. since Nina said "It's okay I'll find a ride". (She was DJing the whole time. No not with CD's, she had "Ares". A Napster like P2P file sharing network program to download music off of. Nearly every song they had came off of her downloading it.)

Ugh I need to learn some fucking spanish. Ref parties are hard to understand.

When we arrived, we eventually made the best of the party, and everyone left. Including us. Christina did a great job of saving the party with the music she played, and not boring everyone with the same fucking "Reggaeton" music over an over again. No alcohol thankfully, therefore no fighting. (How many times did I hear "The Woo"?) And Darryl did a great job of keeping the seats warm for everyone. (No no no he didn't sit down the whole time, he "broke it down" here and there.)

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(...I feel like doing " the woo" now..
"..she just had dream. Nothing will come of it...")