[This is a fight I refuse to lose.]

I spent quite a bit of tonight staring at Mike's crotch. [Not a Mike any of you lot know, mind you, bar Katie.]
It's a problem that came from a combination of two things - a belt with programmable LEDs on the buckle, and that weird habit some guys have of wearing their trousers really fucking low.
Messages included 'Thanks for not staring' 'My name is Miike and I'm a happy boy' and 'without you my penis is nothing'.

Oh, it was a fun night, but probably would have been better if a) I wasn't so tired, b) 42s actually played music I knew [Retro Night for the win?] and c) if I could breathe through my nose. Yes, we've figured out there's something wrong with you, body, just please be deciding if it is allergies or a cold. It's hard to have fun when you're constantly sniffling.

Having a cold also makes my hearing a little off, or maybe it was the loud music. Whatever. I still couldn't hear anything he was yelling at me.
I'm kind of awkward dancing, too. Actually, I'm kind of awkward in general.

Swimming makes everything feel heavy.

[when you're sitting somewhere and say, 'this would make a great entry for livejournal', there's a few too many references. especially when talking about drunken students.]

Tags: i like making things sound wrong, indie