The magazine i work for had a big party tonight.  I just got back.  And suddenly, I'm getting quite a headache.  But the party was a blast.  I was a little nervous at first, because it seemed like the party was a real big deal, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to just hang out.  Lots of so called VIPs and whatnot.  It was a party with the NHL, and there were lots of hockey players there. The only other sort of celebrity I saw was Joshua Jackson, who's on Dawson's Creek.  Groovy.  A girl I work with was all excited that she got to shake Pacey's hand. Of course, I was all "Can I shake the hand the shook Pacey's hand!?"  Also, i was told that the DJ on the super-VIP third floor was Lars from the Real World London, but I didn't really recognize him.  Anyway, the party itself ended up being a lot of fun.  I loosened up after a while, after I was able to take of the company t-shirt.  Jen was the only one of my friends that came tonight, but that was fine by me.  We ended up drinking and dancing the night away.  Something about me: I don't dance.  Not usually.  But jen wanted to, as she often does.  So we did.  And you know what? it was a great time.  Very loud house music, lots of stupid people, and free drinks.  So i just kind of closed my eyes and had a really good time.  I'm sure I looked like an uncoordinated, awkard dork, but I really didn't care.  It was fun.  I felt, oh, I don't know, kind of free.  I'm normally much more inhibited, and I know most people don't really have such a problem with rhythmic movement, but it was sort of a big step for me.  I'm awkward and shy.  But I really had a great time. I'm so glad Jen was there.  I talked a good amount with some other people from work as well.  All in all, it was what I'd call a fucking party.  though my ears are still ringing.  But in a good way.
    That was a classic example of me failing to appropriately convey the true feeling of a night. I really have to work on that.  Just know that it was really a fun, different kind of night.
    Jen also said something about me misquoting every quote in my last entry, as far as what I had originally told her.  Which I think I may have.  though I hate editing an entry after I wrote it, but I guess I should.

    So i just got home. For some reason, I found myself glued to the replay of the Presidential debate.  I found it odd, but sort of fitting, that Gore and Bush were dressed completely the same.  Is anyone actually excited by this presidential election? I think it's sort of sad that most people's votes are based on a disdain for one of the candidates.  Say what you will about Bill Clinton, but I think that most of the people that voted for him actually liked him.  I have to say, I can't believe George Bush has gotten as far in life as he has.  Gore seemed much more confident and sure of himself.  He looked like his words were really his.  Bush just sounds like he's spewing what all the pollsters have told him to say.  That said, if I vote, I'll probably vote for Bush.  At this point, I'm basing it solely on entertainment value. I pretty much believe that in the big picture, it doesn't really matter all that much who's president.  So I might as well pick one who's going to get filleted in the press every day.  I don't particularly like either one, or hate either one.  And like I said, it doesn't really matter.  Good old checks and balances.  America is grand.

    So on the train ride home tonight, I was sort of reminiscing about the trip to France in March.  I was thinking about the train ride back from the very old town of Sarlat.  I was very tired, and it was very hot. It was the same on the train tonight, which I suppose is what triggered the memory.  But that ride in France is probably one of my fondest memories.  Nice views, good company, and I had a really good book to read.  What I imagined a short european trek would be like.  It was just cool, you know?  I felt so good. I wrote about it at length when I got back to Bordeaux that night.  I wrote a lot during that trip, and I think it was some of the best cataloguing i've done.  Reading over my journal from that trip, everything is still crystal clear. I have preliminary plans to go to take a little trip to Europe after I finish school in December, but they're pretty dicey right now. I so want to go though.  Anyway, I'm really tired.  But feeling pretty content. No, make that fulfilled.
 

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