Friday was supposed to be dedicated to laundry and my paper. DID NOT HAPPEN. Cindy got tanked with her neighbor and decided that she wanted to go to this party where her friend was. She kept begging me to go but I was deadset on folding my clothes and writing about the discrimination of women in the German job market. Then Amos butts in and says, "I'll go if she (me) goes." Like that's supposed to be some kind of motivation for me. I mean, if he also offered to write my paper, then hell, I would've paid everyone's entrance fee too but no he didn't offer. After ten minutes of peer pressure, I finally gave in.

I figured, I could go, stay for half an hour and then go home. Well, the party was SO POPPIN' that it had reached its maximum capacity by the time we got there. I was ready to go home but Cindy was determined to get inside and Amos said that we had already made the effort of going all the way there. We waited for an hour in the cold and by the time we got in, the music was really bad. =( So we got some beers. And then more. And more... And the next thing I know, I'm drunk. Totally not my intention. The next morning I woke up with one of the worst hangovers of my drinking career. It was painful to just lie down.

On the upside, I got to know Amos a little more. I swear to God, I'm in love with his fucking facial expressions. But not as much as I'm in love with yours, Vivian.