Then Mynx decided to add an entry to my diary.

I don't know if it's good or bad that I could not use the phrase "What up, poofta?" in the most appropriate way. There is regret. Overall I feel like quite the Stonecutter - we freaked people out and that is good. And we'll always have the memories of watching Quad and Brack wrestle.

Hee, I wish Mynx did get the phone after I answered it to ask "What up, poofta?" She could've gotten away with it, but I know I couldn't have. And the watching Quad and Brack wrestle was a reference to the Sumo wrestling they had on ESPN where a huge black guy came out to wrestle this huge hispanic or hawaiian looking guy. Fun thing about the bash is that everyone ended up watching ESPN because there was nothing else to do. Dog shows. World's Strongest Man competition. Sumo wrestling. All that stupid shit.

We then waddled up to the pool where we swam around displacing large amounts of water and my diary kind of runs out there.

Overall, I had fun and I think the next time I go to a bash I'll have even more fun because I won't have too much awkwardness being around new people. I wish a few people were around more often, but it's their prerogative to do what they want at a bash. It's not like I was hiding (okay, at first I was hiding but that was only for a few hours) or not available.

Can't think of anything else. Go fuck yourself.