I have so much to say, but no way to organise all my thoughts. Rocky Horror party was splendid. We threw rice, and tossed toast, and danced in streamers. We drank wine, ate pizza and candy and sipped hot cocoa with Bailey's. I reckon I weigh five pounds heavier, but with such fun and good friends who cares? Work will be shit tonight, for all I want is sleep. I wish I had a romantic story to tell. School is ok. I'm sure I did shit on my sociology exam, but I never really liked that class. The grammar part of the Spanish exam went fine, but the vocab kicked my ass. It would probably help if I even so much as glanced at it. We might get a kitty. Despite the fact that the apartment doesn't allow them, its a definite possibility. Just having someone that always excited to see you when you come home. They don't emote as much as dogs do, but kitties are easier to snuggle with.