I'm going to live in Jefferson Commons next year with some girls from my floor. This is the newest apartment complex in the fort. Expensive as hell, but well worth it. The way I see it, I'm going to be a starving artist for the rest of my life. I'll probably never make enough money to be able to live in a place like this again. Therefore, if I have the chance to live like a princess for the next year, I'm going to jump at it like a...something that jumps at something else really fast.
Saturday night marked the fourth party in a row that I have fallen asleep at. Not just crashed at the venue--drifted off to dreamland while there was still fun to be had. The closing Inherit party, Amy's last party, the infamous Mardi Gras party last week, and this weekend. I must be getting old.
My suitemates were in a car wreck this weekend. Courtney's Z3 drifted into the wrong lane and they were struck by two cars and a semi. No one knows why they aren't both dead, including the cops. Apparently, there is some sort of structural feature of the Z3 that was in the right place to brace the right impact at the right time. They are very, very, lucky to be here and we are very, very lucky to have them back.