We are two of the laziest girls in the world. I worked on my scarf while she was online/made bracelets as the rest of her apartment was filled with noise from 20-30 year old adults. But we were successful in making conversation with a guy named Robert, who randomly stopped by. He was in a band (who wins the award for most creative band name with the word ska in it) called Skagina, and he lived somewhere else in their complex.

I'm wearing a skirt right now, because I had to "dress up". I feel like a girl. It's weird. But because it's 3 AM and no one else is awake, I can sit however I damn well please without someone commenting on how my underwear is showing.