Man, this week was jam-packed. I think next week's gonna be too. But then I'll just have a few exams and I get to rest for winter break. Well, not rest really, do a lot of writing and editing, but, you know, resting in the sense of not writing eleven page papers outlining how Frankenstein is an allegorical expression of Mary Shelley's bout with postpartum depression, that kind of rest. Well, the month's up and my beard is full and lustrous. And, oddly, the same color as Chewbacca. Hmm. I thought about trimming it up, but like four people told me how good my hair looked yesterday-not my beard, but a part of the look-and I don't want to change anything when stuff's looking good. Anyway, I reached my goal, and, according to NaNoWriMo, I'm a winner. That's right, I reached my goal of 50,000 thousand words for the month of November. The story's not quite done yet-I had to write 3,900 yesterday to get it and as soon as I got my 50K, I stopped-but I only estimate another three to eight thousand to finish it off. It ended up being a lot sadder that I thought it would be. I dont' know. But, I couldn't have done it without Mighty Mouse-who got her 50K two days before me, making her a bit more of a winner than I am. I can't speak for her, but without someone else to compete with I may have given up; I know my goal every day was to try to write more than she did. Since she beat me to the punch, I failed in that goal, but whatever. So I got the lucky chance to go out last night and celebrate because Sibley passed her oral comps and is officially a Master of Linguistics. Me, Eric, Meghan, Tyler, and Travis went out with her, Charlotte and Heather-both new Masters of Linguistics as well-Ella, Brian, and Helen and celebrated our asses off. First we had dinner at Cogan's, where the five cheeze pizza is just too fucking good. The service sort of sucks and they tell me the drinks are watered down, but the pizza is good. After that we headed over to New Belmont where we caught the end of a sorority party-not cause we wanted to, but that's what we did. One of the girls working there was this girl Ryan-how cool is that?-that I had a history class with last year. This girl is g-g-g-gorgeous. I remeber before class she and I-and other people-were always there early waiting to get into the room and I always wanted to talk to her but I was too much of a pussy. It's a shame, cause she's really nice. Unfortunately, New Belmont decided to enforce a twenty-one and up rule and I had to drive Meghan and Eric back to ODU, since Meghan is only twenty. She was understandably mad; growing up in Germany she could legally drink at like thirteen or something. Anyway, by the time I got back, Mike had shown up and joined the group and we took things downtown to Baxter's. Not my kind of place, you know, loud, crowded, smokey, but I still had a good time. I didn't exaclty dance, but I did teach Travis and Mike how to dance like a white guy. The secret is, you don't move your feet and you keep your hands within the limits of your torso. We were there for a few hours until things closed up; everyone got tipsy and had a good time. I got home late as shit, slept in until after noon and spent the whole day not doing my work and watching college football. The VA Tech/Boston College game was a good one. Nice couple of days here.