"We're all going through this. It's our time at the edge."

Of course I'm awake at six in the morning. Of course I've been awake for three hours. Why would I want to get a good night's sleep?

My sleep schedule's all screwy because for some reason I just couldn't get to sleep last night, and ended up pulling an all-nighter. I got out of bed, finally giving up on sleep, around 7:30 yesterday morning, went downstairs and took a shower (in Kristin's bathroom because our shower curtain rod random fell down and Janna and I can't figure out how to get it back up), and came back upstairs and read for a while. Next thing I know it's 3:47 in the afternoon. I passed out on my bed next to my laptop and everything.

Also, Joe, the new roommate, moved in today, so today was a great day to sleep until four. He had been here for almost two hours and I was asleep. I'm a douche. I had to walk downstairs and greet him letting him know that I would be the loser roommate who sleeps all day.

Then last night (although it feels like tonight because I HAVEN'T SLEPT) I got into bed around midnight and tried reading. I felt sleepy so I turned off the light and went to sleep. Of course, when you wake up at four in the afternoon and you go to sleep at midnight, your body just needs a nap. So yeah, I woke up three hours later. Loser.

Saturday night was kind of fun in an unexpected way. Lindsay, Kristin and I planned to go see the parade on Michigan Avenue. We met up at 10pin bowling alley because Lindsay's roommate works there and we bowled for free. I actually got three spares, which is fantastic since I haven't bowled since sophomore year. We didn't finish the round because we wanted to catch the parade and fireworks. The parade was stupid because it was just random Disney characters riding on floats, but the fireworks were good. I mean, they were just fireworks, but ya know - that's fun.

After the parade we went to a huge McDonald's because I was starving. Because there were about 2,938,382 people at the parade, about 28,382 of them ended up at the same McDonald's. There weren't any tables so the three of us sat on the stairs in the middle of restaurant. It was worth it though. I know McDonald's is horrible for you, and I refused to eat there during college, but man, it's so good. So so good.

Julia called and said that some girls from her program were coming down from Evanston to go out to bars in Wrigleyville and she invited us to come. That was an interesting experience. Clark Street on a Saturday night is gross and I don't really like it, but hey, I'll try anything. We went to John Barleycorn's, one of the eight fake Irish pubs on the 3500 block. We had to wait in line to get in. We had to wait in line to get upstairs to dance. It was a gross bar and Lindsay, Kristin, and I were so out of place (I was wearing a long-sleeved white t-shirt and green sneakers. I was afraid I wouldn't get in or something.) I had fun dancing to bad music because I haven't gotten to dance in Chicago at all (I need to meet people who host dance parties). Also, being the only boy in a group of girls meant I had to save each one when random drunk guys got too touchy and grabby.

I think the weirdest part of the evening was, after playing "My Humps" and "Get Low", the DJ put on "Don't Stop Believing". What? Why? It was pretty ridiculous, watching people try to dance to Journey.

I finally got a chance to listen to The Shaggs[Now an actual link]. They're pretty awful, but I think the album really deserves at least one listen. Also, while being awake for most of last night, I made a really good Christmas CD and downloaded some more live Sufjan performances and outtakes from the Michigan album. I've been trying to find the Jenny Lewis album, but I can't; poo.

I saw part of St. Elmo's Fire today. I think I'm most like Rob Lowe.