I just got out of the shower. The bathroom smells like a bar of "coast" soap. That's the soap that Oliver, the new roommate uses. I love that smell, that or Irish Spring. All guys should smell like that. It's a fresh, clean, simple, not fussy type of smell. I'd pick that over musk any day.

It's a little late, or early depending on how you look at it, to be taking a shower. I didn't want to go to bed without washing all the sweat and eyeliner off me. Lisa came in to town because she finished her first midterms at Pharm school. We all went clubbing to celebrate at the Boogie. I usually don't like that place to much, but it was really fun tonight. The perfect ladies night, all dressed up and shaking my booty with my girls. Everything was pretty cool except for the racial slurs at the end. When we were about to leave, a bunch of guys started cussing at us yelling "fucking nips" and the usual "ching chong" ish. I'm thinking in my head, dude those fools are no R. Kelly so they need to quit all that "Thoia Thoing" shit. My friend was getting really pissed and was about to start something, but stooping to that level wouldn't make anything better oh well. I gave my friend's sister a ride to Park West, she's a first year and she's living there now. I actually took the freeway for the first time ever to get there. Kinda scary, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. She talked me into it because there aren't that many cars out right now so it'd be the perfect time to practice. Plus, my side street route takes about 30-45 minutes without traffic and we're both pretty tired and just want to go home.