remember how i wasn't going to go out?

doh. i did.


and it was zane's birthday. haaaappy birthday zane. and thus... we drank a lot. and zane, the sweet heart that he is, bought me a shot.... a "red headed slut" because, as he put it "that's what you used to be! only now, you don't have red hair..." i wanted to kick him. but i didn't, i plugged my nose, and knocked it back. (it was rather.... overwhelming) but, we had a good time. thad got his hair cut. he doesn't look like beck anymore. awww. i LOVED thad when he looked like beck. he was still really kissy, but he went home with one of zane's girls. i was fairly amused. being that this same girl had extolled her many virtues to me a few nights ago. virtues.... riiiiiiight. there are no virtuous girls in that damn bar. don't lie.


we had good times at ben's, and i enjoyed many strong bad emails. including my favorite of all time.... techno. "we put this lightswitch here so that the cheat could turn the lights on and off, not so you could have lightswitch raves." *has a lightswitch rave*


whoa, scott just imed me, and my away message went to him, and it set off his away message. whoooa. scott hopes i have a good day. hangover aside. (if i don't go to sleep.... i can't wake up hung over. good reasoning, yes?) oh oh, patrick sent me the pictures of me galavanting about at the bar. with red hair. will post v. soon. i promise. ok. i give up. it's bed time for megan.