Last night was a blast at the BFTY Jew-Au. I made a couple friends and played cards for awhile. People kept making me dance. ME. DANCE. Funny, no? I guess not. My "dancing" would be better compared to someone spastically waving their limbs around. I was surprised I never tripped and knocked anyone over. The rides to and from the Jew-Au were fun too. In Mr. Goldstein's car we sang "Yellow Submarine" and "Twist and Shout". On the way back we watched the first half of "Night at the Roxberry". Good times.
And now I have a long weekend and nothing to do. Go me. I'll probably spend the entire weekend camped out in front of the TV as my dad yells at me to study for midterms. Bleh. I could have sworn the tests were standardized, but my science teacher is writing one especially for us which will probably be harder than the one the other classes are getting.
I guess I'll just have to sit here and wonder whether or not things I think make me a bad person.