I went to a Knox party called "awkward middle school dance" and it kind of felt like it, only I was drunk and didn't mind that boys weren't dancing with me because I don't like any of them.

I think I saw a boy I used to like, but I'm not sure because everyone looks the same. He looked at me and looked uncomfortable and turned around and I cared enough to keep dancing and pretend I didn't care, which is better than caring enough to get upset. If I were less drunk the situation would've made me uncorfortable. Anyways, I must be up in five hours for I-Fair. I am going to drink many glasses of water and eat pizza rolls and whatever else I can find.