Holy bands on the floor, Batman!

My apartment is full of bands, two of them to be precise--both hardcore. They are friends of my roomies, and they are interesting to say the least. When I woke up this morning my kitchen was full of drunk people who had yet to go to sleep--who were cooking me breakfast only they were too drunk to coordinate it very well to time. Oh, and it was 5am when I woke up. Yeah, people in my house. Lots of them. All boys but one and the one I like the least is of course the one who thinks I am hot. Thanks god, thanks for that. More later when not hopped way up on caffeine.