speaking of being tired, and bloody things... new year's eve was pretty insane. shayna was an hour late for dinner, which was no surprise. after this, we went our seperate ways for a bit. i could tell you lots of details about the night, but that would be lame. ...and i don't remember a lot of them. i will say that matt came out to party here, some hot broads nick named me "emo" and asked for my number, i went to the party store and said to the man at the counter "gimme the biggest blunt you got for a dollar!", saw my friend's sister, made out with a certain someone's roommate, smashed potatoes that ended up in my hands somehow, left my friends at the first party and had to be chased down, fell over a fence, fell in the street and lost my glasses, and woke up with bloody scraped hands from falling. luckily matt found me at party #2 somehow, and he escorted me home eventually. he was able to tell me about my retarded antics because i dont really remember much towards the end of the first party. oh well. i would like to apologize to tony for smashing potatoes on his floor, to any people i said ridiculous shit to, to friends i wandered away from, and most importantly to myself for not learning my lesson that champagne always makes me do something retarded. ...and maybe for the makeout incident too, i dunno.

-nate

p.s. i somehow got 4 a's and an a- last semester.

p.p.s. if you do an msn search for "wiggle on the flo" this is the first site that shows up, as of this writing