Most of my stuff is in the apartment and it is finally starting to look suitable for habitation by humans. Curtains are on the windows, there are placemats on the dining room table (by "dining room" I mean "half of the living room where we will eat"), and the phone service is actually working. Pretty soon it will have DSL access, and then it will finally be suitable for habitation by me.

Tonight was the Senior Gala, the final event of senior week, and it would have been fun if I were into the dress up, open-bar, spend all night talking to random people you don't really hang out with type of scene. Alas, I am not, so I didn't enjoy it as much as say the guy wearing the shirt that said "I'm Drunk". In fact, I would have to say that I had much more fun at the concert on Monday night. Here is a comparison of the two events:

Punk Concert: Lots of great music by bands that I like.
Senior Gala: The Moulin Rouge baby-talk song, "Pop" by NSync, and the sound of people smoking in the Nelly Song ("Ride Wit' Me").

Punk Concert: 8 of my good friends.
Senior Gala: About 10 of my friends plus a few hundred people that I've either never seen in my life, all getting wasted.

Punk Concert: Jeans and a t-shirt.
Senior Gala: Suit and tie, making beer spillage that much more traumatic.

Punk Concert: No one is old enough to purchase alcohol legally, so only about 1% of the crowd is intoxicated.
Senior Gala: Open bar, so only about 1% of the crowd can remember their own names.

Screw "growing up" and "being sophisticated".