...and now it's time for shprockets when we dahnce...

Oh, yes, lets do that. Oooooooooooo shit!

Last night was party at our place - I drank heavily (though not as heavily as Dave, that balcony-jumping motherfucker), and now my head has a low-level buzz going. That's okay though, doesn't hurt.

In about an hour, me, Heather, Scuba, Scott, and Amanda are going to Fast Eddie's Bon-Aire for lunch in Alton, IL. It's an excursion Heather and I have been meaning to go on, and it's something different.

Plans are being set for the next "Ultimate" guy's night. Plans are also being made for the "Ultimate" co-ed party, which will be more or less the same thing, only not a sausage-fest.

If you're wondering what's been going down with all that drama B.S., let me ease your minds and report that everything and everyone involved with the various acts of stupidity are still the way we left them...yay! It's kinda like a volcano between eruptions right now, that's all.

Quill's Final Thought (Of The Blog):

There are more important things happening than ourselves; some people probably will never wake up and see that.


Quilled Tunes: "Another Know It All" - Chevelle