Another late night.

I haven't been getting much work done tonight.
I think there is a Dems party tomorrow night but I'm not certain. Brad did not respond to my text yesterday. I'm not sure Holden would go to it if there was one. Also, Brian informed me that Phi Psi is indeed open tomorrow. At least there are two possible plans.
I finally admitted to myself that I like Ross, the one editor-in-chief of the Marquis. Goodness, I don't like it. I knew I would end up liking him sooner or later. He's my type, which to me would mean gorgeous, and he looks me in the eye and speaks to me. But then again he speaks to everyone. What the hell.