so the party seemed to go well. i had a lot of fun, nothing bad happened, all of my friends got along. i'm just glad it's over - it's scary throwing a party. and this was my first one, so...

but anyway. my brother showed up with jackie, which was awesome. he looked great. he may have heard some things he didn't need to, but shit happens, right?

we went through - i shit you not - 90 cans of beer and a handle of vodka. there weren't even that many people.

john and dan looked so cute. they dressed up as these characters from an obscure 80s cartoon. no one knew who they were, but that's ok. it was adorable.

the slut-bag pirate costume was a pain in the ass to wear all night, since the corset was making it hard to breathe [since i'm still disgustingly sick]. i enjoyed it, however.

what else, what else... i don't know. good times. joe showed up, which surprised the hell out of me. he took the train down from rutgers and got a ride with wyatt and vicky. that was so awesome.

i didn't really take that many pictures. i was too busy trying to make sure everyone had a good time, and in my drunkeness, forgot about the camera. oh well. jeff, rachel, and dina took some pictures - i'll just snag some of them.

john passed out early. we were playing asshole and kings and i kinda made him drink a lot at once, so he was pretty inebriated by 1. we had sex after that, and i think i wore him out, because he fell asleep and would not wake the fuck up an hour later when i went to get him. again, oh well. he said he had a good time. he doesn't really like linh, and she was kinda picking on him earlier in the evening, so he was getting pissed. besides that, though, he seemed to enjoy himself.

he woke me up at 8 fucking fifteen to get breakfast. we walked down to the diner and ate. he hung out for a little while and then had to leave.

i hate when he leaves. it was such a beautiful day yesterday, and i should have been outside enjoying it. instead, i layed around the apartment all day missing him. i wish i got to see him more than once a week, twice if i'm lucky. it's hard. i hate that we live an hour away from each other. i know it's worth it and all, but... i don't know. i care for him so much, and i hate that i can't see him whenever i want. so, i was really, really sad yesterday. still a little sad today, too. i'll feel better when i talk to him.

must shower. ta.