Last night was the Femmies, and I had such a good time. I got drunk on rum and grapefruit juice (surprisingly yummy) and I won three awards. I'm so happy about the awards; I called my mom first thing this morning and told her about them. I know they're just paper, but it means so much that someone thought of me. I'll keep them forever. Sometimes I feel really lazy (hence the sloth tattoo) and I feel like I don't accomplish anything and I don't matter and no one notices me, but they do! I have awards to prove it. I got the 'Rain or Shine' award, which is good, because I really tried to go to everything. I think that's enough about my awards. I don't want to go from sloth to vanity.
...to lust: I got to kiss Sommer and fondle Lindsay's (amazing) breasts. That's the most I've gotten in months unless you count that guy from two weeks ago, and I'm not counting him because he was dreadfully boring.
I'm so sad that this year of FMLA is over. Well, not sad, because next year is going to be even better, I know it, but it's a change, and we fear change.
I don't want to write anymore. I want to read.