Most of the homework is done, got some posters up for our hall and am now just goofing off before my mom shows up to bring us to the bar. Yes, that may sound a bit odd, but the whole family is off to a bar tonight to go support my uncle who is playing solo there. I believe it will be fun, even after being drenched in the smell of smoke, rubbing your red eyes against the smoke and eventually hacking up a lung because of the smoke. I doubt they would ever consider a smoker free bar, but until they do, I don't enjoy them at all since I feel like I am fighting for my life, or at least for my lungs.

Somebody was passed out in our hall last night. About 3am I went out of my room to head for the bathroom and there was a man sprawled on the floor, his face covered up by his arm. Feeling odd about going to the bathroom with some unkown wierdo outside was a challenge in itself as I locked the doors behind me and then tried to go back to sleep. I honestly did not have the courage to go face down some drunken man in my pajamas at 3am when everyone else is either in a drunken sleep or gone for the weekend. By the time I got up around 6am and peeked outside again, he was gone. I'd like to thank my Mom and my Dad for never introducing drinking into our family and helping me stay away from it, I feel I am much better off without.