I spent Friday in Bismarck with my friend *Julie*. And every time I think of her now, I feel horrible for her.

A couple of weekends ago she went to this huge party. Somebody had slipped her drink and she woke up the next morning with her shirt and bra off, but her jeans were on, but her underwear were laying on the floor. Laying beside her was Chris. So she asked him what they did, and he said they just slept.

Then she heard from other people that they had sex. So she called him and asked him and he said they did, and he asked her how she couldn't remember that. Julie, btw, is dating Chris's cousin.

Then she heard that she had sex with Chris's friend *Jordan*.  But when she asked Jordan, he said they didn't do anything. But people told her that they literally watched her have sex with him on the front lawn.

I was asked to go to that party. Actually, I was just outside the door, but I turned around and went home. At some point in my mind, I think if I would have went I could have helped her. Then again, what if that would have been me?

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Also, on Friday night while I was in Bismarck I was drug (not literally) out into a field by these haystacks. These were HUGE haystacks, and I own two farms, but these were HUGE. Some of my friends got this bright idea to climb them , while they were drunk, and then jump off. So Cody broke his wrist, the other guys took him to the E.R. where my mom works, coincidentally.

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I stayed home last night. First time in a very long time. I went to bed at 9:30, woke up at 9:30, and I'm still tired. :/