may fourteenth.

We're not going to talk about my school attendance as of late. Moving on.

Yesterday I felt so antsy and blahh, having slept till four in the afternoon. I put off doing anything productive for a few more hours and watched The Office (status: season 5 episode 13!!!!!) then finally got dressed and went to buy milk. Right outside the store was a lady holding a newborn, asking for money. Kids are my soft spot, so I made a mental note to buy a loaf of bread and milk for this woman. I clumsily walk about, trying to find things I need and normally buy, and I swear nothing was going right. They were out of 1% milk, only had 3%, so I ended up getting fat free. gross. None of my favorite yogurt was in stock, the machine that tells you how much your fruit weighs and gives you a price sticker was not working , so no grapefruit. Just random things made me pissy. I pay, and as I walk out I see the woman and her kid, realizing I completely forgot to get anything for them. I pull out the bread and milk I bought for myself, and give to her. Good deed: check. Do I have what I went to the store for in the first place? Uncheck. Plus I realized I gave this malnourished woman and her growing baby FAT FREE milk. Which just made me sad. I get home, the apartment is empty. I randomly get a call from Laura, a girl from my group, asking me if I want to go to a dance in like... 30 min. I'm kind of skeptical, since I wanted something to do so badly and can't believe the opportunity presented itself. I end up going, we get there... SURPRISE! It's a costume party. Like, all out. I glare at Laura. She smiles meekly and goes "Heh, heh... You... didn't know?" I get over this rather quickly because 

a. I figure this is better than if had come dressed up and it wasn't a costume party, and

b. because Laura didn't dress up either and I think she knows I would have been all about it, and she wasn't. 

We saw a quite a few people from school, two awkward guys from our group, and a lot of skanks. I haven't been out in such a long time, like clubbing/dancing, that I forgot how slutty girls here dress/act. I guess it's not a far cry from your average kegger at any major Michigan college. The music was terrible. 50's dance tunes are awesome when used sparingly, but playing nothing but the Grease soundtrack and The Beach Boys = not cool. I drank, pretended to like the music, still sort of resented the fact I wasn't in costume. Got home around four AM, passed out. The stench of cigarettes and sweat is embedded in my skin and I should probably shower...

xox,

(dirty)loveacrosstheocean.

[photo caption: Laura and I, not in costume. merr.]