The New Year's Eve party wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. It was OK. People in DC just don't know how to party. Some frat guy was hitting on me all night. He's out of college and not in a frat any more (I think he's 25), but I know he was fratguy in college, even though he never actually said so. He's from an Ivy League school and he's tall, good looking and has muscles. Actually I don't like guys who are too perfect, because their heads become too big and they think they are god's gift to women. Guys are sexier when they have a little humility. Actually, I think I'm just a bit weird that way. My anorexic roommate would love to go out with fratguy.
I have a headache. I don't even know why I'm even awake right now. I'm going to go back to sleep.