There's only one thing to do on a boring friday night: party hunting.

So I ended up going to one of the lamest frat parites ever last night. Besides the fact that I arrived with a huge cockfest montage (thanks to all the girls on Rex's floor going home for new years), the place reminded me of a hamster cage. Muddy, packed, no dancing, no more alcohol, fenced off pool in tiny backyard, ppl desperately trying to get their cups over the fence for a piece of the kegs that only have gas left. Oh well, I prefer mixed drinks, anyway.

Yea so, conflict seems very popular this time of year. Its like a bunch of smart, middle-class Asian boys were deprived of gang-bangin that they gotta make up for lost time by starting their own brand. One floor rumbles with another. That other wants to rumble with a building. That building already rumbled with another building. That other building might have to rumble that other floor. Then when I ask who started it, nobody seems to REALLY know. They just know they don't like each other anymore. Guys are such idiots.

And every new friend I make and person I meet happens to be directly or indirectly involved, including myself. My brother IS right: Davis is a small world and nobody is avoidable, whether 2 days or 2 years from now.