I went to the white party tonight. The decorations were not only really great-looking, but conducive to finger-painting as well—the freshly applied flourescent paint on the walls was still fresh enough for us to salvage some goop to smear on everyone's bodies. Molly drew me a smiley dude with an afro. Two hours of debauchery, and then I came back with the full intention of continuing to work on my take-home midterm, except that the afro dude caused everyone on this hall to pile into Tory's room so they could examine it under the blacklight and, subsequently, draw on each other with highlighters. Oops. Sorry, Tory.

Then I got this random idea to make a Happy Donuts run, and after lots of debate between Cho and Chad about who got to drive, we went. They made fun of everyone there for being at a doughnut shop that was open 24-7. Guess they've never been to suburban New Jersey. Dunkin Donuts pride, I tell ya. Scrimmaging Berkeley's Tarts tomorrow at 10, so I think I'm going to do some more work on the midterm and head to bed. Brooke's got plans to throw a hammer score, or multiple hammer scores, tomorrow, and I'm aiming to catch one. Whee!