Just got back from salsa, right. And I'm like, so friggin' tired. And they're not even done yet. Now they're just like, hangin' out and chattin'. I used to do that. You know, waste a lot of my time just sitting around, finding out tonnes about people I don't even know if I'll see again in a week or something.

Increasingly, I find myself less and less bothered with all that socializing crap. I mean, 'socializing sessions' like these are a way of sussing out the other person, mingling, la la la. I'm good at that. I'm just not interested anymore. Maybe it's because I'm outta the game, like, the 'dating game' kinda thing. I don't know. Well come to think of it, I've never been a groupie-cliquey-social-butterfly kinda person. I'm more, one-on-one. Always.

I don't know. I just think it's so pointless. So many permutations of characters and cultures squashed in a room or just okay, squashed together, for what, almost six hours? And I don't even know any one of them any better.

So anyway, the original plan was, WAS, that, I wouldn't even go. I was planning to tuck into my tonnes of great reads and start getting into all that studious act thing. So I was in the other block, getting illegal food (meatballs!) and then watching their stuff while they went upstairs la la la. So they came down, and I decided that maybe I'll go with them and get some photos from the other cameras. Only my thumbdrive wasn't with me, right, so I didn't feel like going la la la.

To cut the damn long story short, the two girls offered me their thumbdrives to get my photos. So we went. I went. It was supposed to be just salsa. I think we got there at what, seven-plus? We hung around aimlessly till like nine, some of them were eating, and I was playing cards. It was quite funny, like asshole-dai-dee. Well all because we couldn't get a room for salsa? Oh, the salsa's informal, by the way--like we met these two mexicans and they offered to teach us. Yadayadayada finally we got a room.

And we've been dancin' salsa since 9plus till like, 1130ish. And they were dallying, la la la, till like 12. And there's this ride back from the place, some free service from the school, which is at 1215. They were convinced we won't make it, cuz we've gotta get our stuff from one of the girls' place la la la, so they said they'll prob wait for the 0115 bus, which is like, WHAT? They stood around trying to decide, yeah, meanwhile doing all that chatting and mingling and la la la.

I CAN'T STAND IT. It's like midnight in Canada, but I really, really, !@%@&$#$%@@$#!. I got my friend's room key, got my stuff, returned her key, and headed back on my own. It was rather scary at first, I mean, Come On, it's midnight, it's snowy and foggy, and it's like a foreign country (you know I even thought about getting mugged), and I wasn't even sure of the way back.

Turns out the night's pretty young, still. In fact just a second ago there's this drunk screaming outside downstairs.

So that's today. Oh and we had a snowball fight in the day in a lovely neighbourhood. And salsa was good, actually. I danced with the mexican (lucky me!) and salsa's a really good dance to do with like, your sweetheart or something. Well actually most dances are. But salsa's quite fun.

Okay lah, I think it's quite, low-EQ or whatever of me to like head back on my own, like, not stay till the thing ends properly, and it's not typically what I do, but I really couldn't like stand the pointless waiting around.

Okay, end of griping. :D