Not much happening.

My best friend turned twenty-one, so we celebrated by going to a random party near campus and getting completely shitfaced. I'd love to tell some more drunken stories, but to do that, I'd have to remember the night. All I can recall right now is that at one point I was standing on the arm of a couch attempting to sing "Baba O' Reilly." Also, I did my first shot of tequila. And my last shot of tequila.

Only other new developments are my first tattoo (a red and black nautical star) and a new haircut (a mohawk).