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November 26, 2011
There's a party I'm glad I didn't go to or I would have been witness to some epic debauchery. I don't drink at all and I don't understand people who drink to get drunk. What's the point of good times if you pass out and don't remember them? I wish someone would explain this phenomenon to me, because I'd really like to understand this a little bit better. 

But a cute guy invited me to the party. I'm waiting for him to invite me out one on one, but that may never happen. Oh well, what can you do?