Last night was my going away party, and it was a blast. I most non-heinously finished an intire bottle of scotch by myself. I can't really remember the second half of the night but I hear word of some crazy hill folk who heard the party and came over after a romping game of "Staple Gun Rowsing Happy Adventure Time" which in two words means fucking lunatics. They were appearently bleeding over stuff so they got kicked out, and on their way out they decided to blow off some huge frickin' fireworks and we had to call the cops. Jackasses. Besides that though the party rocked and I had a ton of fun. I'm really going to miss Cleveland.