I'd sort of given up on writing here, but no one seems to be awake for me to talk to. I went to this party a girl in my classes was throwing, she pretty much invited everyone in our section and I guess 20-25 people showed up. It was fun, finally having a conversation with people I've sort of know for 6 months but never really talked to. I actually know people's first names now (the professors call us Mr. and Ms. whatever, so everyone knows each others last name.) Let me say no, I am not drunk, I still haven't gotten over the October debacle yet. Our hostess kept handing me drinks and I kept sitting them down. I had this completely atrocious vanilla pepsi and vodka and decided I was done. There was a tiny bit of excitement but it was more funny than anything. I guess some of the neighbors called the police because we were getting so loud, so this cop knocks on the door, and he's young and not ugly, and the girl who opens the door goes "Well hello, look at you!" and then immediately looks completely horrified and sort of backs away. So the girl who actually lived there starts telling him, "I swear we're all over 21, we're law students" and he just sort of shakes his head and says "well, future lawyers of America, just keep it down" and leaves. I'm pretty sure he didn't hear when someone tried to offer him a beer. All in all not nearly as rock and roll as my last story, but still, there does always seem to be a cop involved somehow.