I woke up at noon today, brushed my teeth, and went out for a run with my iPod. I dunno why, I felt the need to run so badly.

I don’t even know if I could call last night a success, or a good night gone bad.

We had a surprise party for one of my friends in my room (’cause it’s the largest double room you can find on campus heh!), and this morning I woke up to a complete mess.

Half-full cups at random places, spills on my desk and dresser, LARGE spills on the floor, piles of toilet paper used in half-assed attempts to wipe off spills, and a bottle of opened Vitamin Water on the floor.

Thank goodness I had decided to roll the carpet up!

But the room is in a complete mess that I have NO MOOD to clean up, but I CANNOT STUDY if I know that my room is in a complete mess. And I have two tests, a paper and an economics journal due.

But messier than that, are the things that happened last night. One guy became so drunk, he declared that he fell in love with one of my friends. But dude is engaged to be engaged with a girlfriend from back home! And my friend has a boyfriend that the dude knows! All my friend could do was smile awkwardly. Just baaad. Dude would probably want to kick himself when he realizes what he did.

Someone, I don’t know who, wrote our whiteboard, “DY I love you but I love Chooi more” (DY is my roommate). Someone, maybe the same person, also wrote, “生日   今天你的生日” in really bad handwriting. Bad grammar suggests that it’s one of those few who are taking Chinese here. (One time, there was a party at our lounge that neither I nor my roommate went to. But someone, obviously drunk, wrote on our board “Hi chooi and dy” and drew a very horrible, creepy smiley face. Squiggly, rough lines, a weirdly-angled mouth. Actually the smiley face looked like it was drunk also.) Drunk messages are hilarious.

Anyway.

One girl passed out even before we even went to the actual Harris party, so we made her go to sleep on my bed, but this other guy, who’d been playing this silly drinking game with her that got her drunk in the first place, became so guilty that he was shaking his head in guilt the whole night. Kind of weird also. Like he would dance, then bury his face in his hands and shake his head. Then dance, then shake his head.

And then we went to the Harris party, and one guy couldn’t walk straight, at one point he went, “I FEEL SO FREE!!!” and freaking jumped face-first into the snow!! And he was wearing shorts and slippers!

Then at Harris, this guy we know started trying to get it on with my friends. He basically would go to one girl, we would save her from him by pulling her away and dancing behind her, then he would go to the next available girl, just completely being an ass. I cannot believe we used to hang out with him. What is more disturbing is that when he used to try to dance like that with me, I didn’t do anything. Now I cannot even talk to him, he disgusts me so much.

At one point, a guy from my floor joined us for a bit, and I was kind of laughing with him, and suddenly he lifted me! Completely off the floor! And I freaking started screaming, in a crowded dance floor! I promise  you I wasn’t drunk, so I have no idea why I had to scream so loudly, so so damn embarrassing.

And then after that, whoever was remaining came back to my lounge. We talked for a bit, then after most of the people left and it was just me and my closest friends, we started talking about our problems. Friendships, family, relationships. There were tears involved, lots of tears.

By the time I went to bed, it was past 4:30 AM. And when I woke up this noon, I remembered our conversation, I remembered the tears, and suddenly I felt really melancholic. Not properly sad, but just feeling really blue.

So I went out for a run and listened to Lee Ann Womack’s “I Hope You Dance” for the umpteen-and-one time. I love that song!

At least last night, for ONE NIGHT, I completely forgot about homework and tests and papers.

So that was my night. The night that was supposed to be so epic, but ended up being so… messy.

I still have never gotten drunk, but every occasional time that I drink I feel so guilty the next morning.

But I had a really good run. It was only 0 degrees outside, finally. A sure sign that spring is near!

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Good news that I haven’t shared – I was approved to study abroad next spring! Which means, next year from January till May I will be studying in Paris-wonderful-PARIS!!!!

I am so crazy excited. I had this dream of visiting Paris, going to the Eiffel Tower, eating baguettes and croissants in a proper Parisian café.

Plus I will be celebrating my next birthday there. It will probably be a lonely one, since I would’ve only been there for a few days by then, but nevertheless, birthday in Paris!

I was folding my laundry, or more specifically, my clean underwear fresh from the dryer, in my room at 12 AM.

Someone knocked on my door, I told that person to come in. And who should come in but my floor-mate, in his briefs. Freaking tight-fitting briefs!

That dude, a damn huge footballer (American football, where the players actually have bulging biceps; not British football where the players are all skinny), standing in my room in his underwear, while my own underwear laid nicely folded in front of me on the floor.

I know I must’ve really grown up over the past year, because I wasn’t embarrassed at all. If this happened last year, I would’ve totally died of awkwardness!

Last year, my roommate’s guy friend came over when I had all my underwear folded on my bed, and I was feeling so awkward I very quickly stacked them up and shoved them in my drawer. This is just me being the very traditional, close-minded Asian Girl.

Speaking of underwear, I don’t understand why some guys can feel so comfortable walking around in their underwear. This guy that came to my room… one time he was walking to the bathroom in his briefs. Freaking briefs! I mean, at least boxers are forgivable because they’re loose, you know? And, if you want to quickly dart to the bathroom in your underwear and hope that no one sees, that’s fine. But this fucking huge guy, with bulging muscles, in his tight briefs, on his way to the bathroom, called out to us to ask if we were going to a fundraiser that night.

He actually called attention to himself! Some people really tak tahu malu.

And then there’s one girl, so incredibly malu, she even makes me feel malu when I change with her around.

One time I was changing, of course at this day and age, takkan still wrap a towel around yourself, or hide in a corner or something kan? So I was casually changing, and she went, “Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know!” And then she used her hand to cover her eyes. She actually covered her eyes!

And then I, without thinking, said, “No no, you can look, it’s okay!”

Right after it came out of my mouth I realized how wrong that sounded.

Anyhoo.

I have decided that I’m not taking Czech after all. Sometimes in life, you have to be practical. When the heck will I ever, ever need to use something as obscure as Czech? Even Malay has twice the number of speakers than Czech has, can you imagine?