Day One Hundred & Thirteen

After 9 straight hours of class, I usually just want to go home, curl up in my bed and watch mind-numbing television on my computer. But, since this week was Fat Tuesday, I agreed to go out with friends. The plan was to stay for an hour so that I could still be home in bed by 10:30pm. Instead, I got home at 2am after a night of giant Jenga, many toasts, dancing my ass off, and laughing with friends. I'm not a spontaneous person. I'm pretty darn boring, in fact, and generally like it that way. Every now and again, though, my friends encourage me to let go and just enjoy the moment. What an incredibly fun night.