well, i WAS in a relatively good mood until young jerod informed me that i made a spectacle of myself friday night making out with "some guy" ( have a distinct feeling it was probably mike from new york) in front of the Holt...i myself, having blacked out, have no recollection of said events, but hell, don't care, will continue not caring until next we meet. but i'm glad i didn't call him last night to invite him to my korean party, because that would have been a distinct faux pas if jerod speaks de truth. which, he probably does. why do i get myself into these retardosities? i jes' feel bad about 'em later.
last night was much more fun than friday anyway-- i had my "welcome to america" korean party with the new roommate seon and seon's 10 korean friends-- my sweet Lord. We made 120 red and blue jello shots (dazzling blueberry or whatever was much better than strawberry), hung up a bunch of red white and blue balloons (k-jo is a GENIUS...we walmart'd our asses off earlier in the day to pull the thing together, under much emotional strain), played no music whatsoever (this bitch is THROUGH with noise complaints), and generally had a very good time. there were some indiscrepancies involving a bunch of stoned people and an exploded bottle of hunch punch, but again, the past is the past. i smoked about half a hundred cigarettes with my two new best friends, two and juan, these two guys who're like twenty something, who also, with seon and i think steve, helped me empty the beer drawer, the jello shots that remained, and several hits of cheap vodka and korean whiskey alike. that korean whiskey is a sneaker-upper...you think, well, come on, 20 proof? and smooth to drink? and the next, you're cursing the god who made you.
bought the scissor sisters album after it was recommended to me by Stefan, it definitely is stupendously, stupidly fun to listen to.
more later. i dig everything, scrap earlier sentiment.