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Engineering party last night. Wow. WOW.
Sean and I met up with Rosana and a bunch of other SMCers. Sean had to leave early, and I got fed up with the SMCers (someone would wander off, and the rest of us would have to waste time looking for them, and since I didn't even know the names of most of these people, I decided I didn't care) so I spent a most of the last two hours I was there dancing with myself.

I was strangely forgiving of the musical choices (read: mistakes) of my generation. But then, I think there are a lot of things I would forgive engineers for. Nonetheless, I think I should bury myself in KMFDM for a while, lest I find my brain begins to drip out.

The best conversation of the night:
To set it up, some guy wanted to dance with me. Now, we all know that by "dance" he meant he wanted my ass pressed against his crotch, and I wasn't having any of that. Instead, I told him that if he wanted to dance with me, he should just dance. He did, and he wasn't very good. Clearly, no grinding would happen here. Then some skanky girls entered the area.

me: I think you'll have better luck with those girls.
him: But you're better than those girls.
me: I know. That's why you'll have better luck with them.

Good times.