Are we facing the end of all the medicine we're taking?

I think so. 

Disclaimer:  I do not now, nor have I ever, claimed to like good music. I like the music that I like and a lot of it is actually quite terrible. I am currently listening to The New Pornographers and coming up is a little Paramore so I'm definitely not above any of the music (or people) I am about to bash right now so chill the fuck out!

Columbia College's organized events/concerts have come together to end everything that Columbia tries to make reality. Seriously, first there was that lovely Big Mouth Open Mic that was basically a really terrible spin-off of 106th and Park on BET and then Friday night was Jam of the Year which was basically two DJs from Columbia playing pretty awesome music but only getting the fall out boy fans to dance... terribly... and two bands: Matt & Kim and Ludo. Matt & Kim were alright. It was your basic boyfriend and girlfriend playing drums and keys and performing their oh so cool 2 minute songs. Did I mention there was also that really ridiculous girl on drums and boy of keys thing? Let's just say that you can always pinpoint a song by The White Stripes because of the simplistic (read bad) drum playing... I had to leave early so I didn't see Ludo but by the people who were there waiting and excited to see them I can tell that my leaving was for the best.

The only way to describe the crowd is: Forever 21 meets Urban Outfitters wearing white kids who like Kanye because it's cool to do so.

I do not own anything that ties around my neck, especially not one of those stupid scarves that are soo cool to wear with anything from a western style shirt to stunna' shades, and I do not own any western wear or tank tops that my mom may have worn in the 80s. I also do not like boys who wear these things and have fashion mullets. I was most definitely not part of this little club that attended the show.

My next stop Friday night was Cat's place to get ready for the cocktail party. We got ready, met up with the rest of our group, and made our way into Kim's ghetto mexican neighborhood! The party was a ton of fun. I basically drank a few cups of bacardi limon and coke quite quickly and got nice and red cheeked. Cat's roommate Aly and I teamed up and went out and met some new people. We met Colby aka Co-Jack. He was being a bartender and making extremely strong but extremely tasty drinks. We chatted with him for quite some time. We also met Xavier aka X aka China (or China 1). We talked to him for a bit and then decided we wanted to know, "What kind of asian are you?" He told us China and then we chatted some more. We definitely forgot his name so, "China! What's your real name again?" Cue entrance of another asian boy! Walking up the front steps was another one and so of course we asked what kind of asian and real name. He was Scott... but we referred to him as... China 2!  We also met an exchange student from France named Aida. I told her multiple times that I was going to tell everybody I know that I met a girl with the same name as "that Elton John thing." She was quite nice! 

We ended up leaving the party because Cat, Kristen, Paige, and Lisa decided that they wanted to go back to the dorms to party with the boys across the hall. I was staying with Cat that night so I didn't really have a choice to stay of go. We go to the dorm and... the boys were done drinking. One of them came and chatted with us for a bit but that's all. It was a pretty spectacular night even though I wish it would've lasted longer!!

P.S... on the train ride home I was in heaven because my boyfriend (aka the boy I have been in love with since freshman year and stared at across the cafeteria and who was Jack Skellington for Halloween that same year) was on the train... I only saw him once last year and I saw him at the bookstore this year so this was my second sighting this year and I was thrilled!

Here is my night in Pictures (none were actually taken at the party... not enough time between China and China 2):

Before:

After: