"You didnt call me a drunk celtic freak in so many words, but it was implied." DemmaI have given up on this fight.
Demma recently found out the definition of a flame war, and she wants to have one. Well, keep watching, Demma . . . try checking the friends page in a bit . . . heh heh heh . . .
In other news, I'm bored. Bored bored bored. I thought we were going to be doing some stuff this weekend. Nope. Let's see-
Yemmy- studying/doing laundry (fun, huh?)
Patricia- went home
Annie- having cousin visit, taking her around
Ami and Tequoa- went dancing
The last one I'm pissy about, because they're going to 21 and over clubs, and obviously I'm not that age. How did they put it? "Everyone looks 14 in those clubs." If they're supposed to be 18, then how can they be 14? Hmmmm? Anyway, they're out having fun and I'm booooooored. I'd call Ms. Married Lady, but apparently she's spending all her time either applying for jobs or filling out INS forms or struggling with chemistry. Maybe I shoulda gone home.
However, Demma is coming to visit tomorrow, which will uh, liven things up. Oddly enough, she's having a desire to go dancing too (odd, coming from Ms. Celtic Dance). So maybe we will do that tomorrow. Geez, this is probably one of the few times I've ever wished to be older. It's not to drink, not to gamble . . . "I just wanna dance!" 
This will not be a long post, because there is nothing else to say.
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