Spent several hours in a condo-looking building on campus dancing in a wall-to-wall throng of people while having beer spilled on me and trying not to fall over as people squeezed their way through. The music was alright, pretty standard techno and hip hop stuff. Good to dance to, I guess. I'm just done with that shit for right now. Give me rock or R&B or even folk music. I'll dance to any of it. Or even serious techno. Not this house party dance music. And now I smell like beer. And I really want to cut my hair. And I"m very, very tired.

There's a full moon tonight, I think. And if you look up in the sky, there's this halo thing around the moon. I think it must be moonlight (which is really sunlight, of course) reflecting off the fog that's up there. Regardless, it's very beautiful.

Fuck, and I'm cold. I was all sweaty and beer-y and now that I'm not pressed between five sweating people, I'm cold.

.....

I went away and cut my hair. I think it looks pretty good. Not so sure about the top, but the back and sides are definitely better than before. I'm slowly figuring out what I like in my hair. I think I need to keep some longer spikey bits on the top.

Anyway, I'm pretty damn proud of myself and I'm also fucking exhausted, so I'm going to go to bed. I went out to a party, I danced, I didn't get drunk because I didn't want to, I stayed for a while, and then I went home. And finally cut my hair.