Dents and hysteria

This morning I woke to a woman outside screaming as if though she was being chased by a bear. I listened to her scream for a few minutes before I looked out the window to see what was going on.
She was crying and running around her car, which had just been dented. She looked fine considering she was running and her vocal chords were in perfect condition. "Oh my GOD! what am I going to do!??!?" She just kept asking the person on the other end (whom I imagined to be her mother, someone who has had to deal with her hypersensitive over-reactive daughter many times.)
I may or may not have felt badly about the whole situation.

Houses I don't know

This was what I would consider my first official weekend of the year. I had copious papers to write, and I decided that I would much rather go to parties in houses that I didn't know.
I went to Wegmans with a boy that I'm not really sure about. He and I have only briefly spoken and it usually isn't about anything worth discussing. We went to a party that night, he told me he liked me the next day. I think its because I am the only girl that has talked to him.
The next night I went to a dance party and saw too many things at once, and danced a little too hard. I wanted to smile the whole night, and I was successful in my attempt.
I am trying to now finish all of the last few things that I need to do before tomorrow. The people that live above me are constantly stomping around and it sounds like they will fall on my head. I wonder what they do up there. I hope they are dancing with each other, and getting really excited about everything.