Heh, my dad's giving up on trying to get me to bed at a reasonable time. He just screams and screams if I dare wake him up, so I have to creep around. It's pretty irritating, considering I always perk up at night. But it's fair enough, I suppose.
Oooh, a party. No sleepover is complete without the three hundred cans of cider and music blaring at 4am.
It's 3.49am. :-) Strangely enough, MCR are quietly humming along on my computer, and I am busting a few moves every now and then, but it's nowhere near the right decibal for [i]proper[/i] dancing. :-( My dad's asleep, and he'd probably kill me if I woke him up early.