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payday
I write this from Fred's.
I just served a customer, and have completely forgotten why I was posting.
Monday of First Week
What to eat for breakfast, twinkies, ho-hos, or ding-dongs?
Mmmm, college. At least it's not another meal consisting entirely of pop tarts and water.
So, the Battle of the Bands went well. Maybe I should write about it sometime. I dunno. I check my email fanatically, but I feel myself, as an online entitiy, dying. Unfortunately, so many other aspects of me are already in a battle for their survival at this college.
I've got some choices to make about what's important to me. I've made a few already. What am I becoming? And when did I lose so much of the ability I had just a few months ago? It is surely not the effects of becoming a man, since those changes already happened. This is not natural. I've got to fight it with all of my will.
And start excercising. I'm becoming chubby, but I can't quite figure out why....
St. Valentine's Day
I was mostly posting to note how fitting the song I was listening to was.
doyoubi
Today, I come back from brunch and check my mail, and I find a letter and not one, but two, two package slips in my pigeonhole. The letter is from the Underground -tax stuff, apparantly. One package was from home, which I was expecting, and the other was this CD, which I'd not anticipated for another few days. Rock.
I dun feel like posting the results of our experiment raight now, so I'll just head out, yassa?
despues
Well, while getting up to get a drink of water, I cut my foot open on who knows what that was on the floor. Alex was kind enough to patch it up for me, but not until after I'd left a track of blood leading to the bathroom and a whole lot of blood therein.
I wonder if I'm sober enough to play Civ II? This post was pretty much unnecessary.
ato kinyoubi
I have had seven shots of vodka, one every ten minutes, all for the sake of science. Kind of. The theory -I dunna remember whose- goes that the manners in which you act both when sober and when intoxicated are the waysyou truly are. Since I've never been truly drunk before, I was to be the subject of the experiment. I'm impressed that I have so little difficulty in typing these paragraphs, and by the fact that I have not, despite my drunken state, used profane or vulgar language, reverted tothe lisp of my childhood, or been lecherous, violent, or overly informative. All in all, my inhibitions have been neatly sustained.
I doubt that my parents would be pleased to read this. Nor would Lisa, or many of my other friends. Let them be assured that I never intend to become this intoxicated again. I just don't enjoy it. I may casually drink just a little now and then, but not enough to become more than slightly tipsy. Restraint, in this case, is common sense, since I dunna really enjoy being this drunk.
I wanted to write Z an email, but the internet isn't working at the moment. I hope I dunna accidentally erase this post.
"Once upon a time, I was falling in love; now I'm only falling apart. There's nothing I can do; it's a total eclipse of the heart."
getsuyoubi
Last night would have made a good Thursday. Today would have made a good Friday. But, alas. I'm not sure what the weekend will bring, in any case. It happens.
So, last week. Kangeiko. Kangeiko is samurai winter training. I have had this confirmed by Meguro-sensei. It began at six in the morning every day, and involved many things, but always yoga. The 'Salute to the Sun', in fact. We practiced it every day so that we could all do it together in flowing unison on the point Friday to make *cough* the sun come up. Other activities, like juggling, cheerleading, akido, and karate followed.
I broke my toe the first day.
By sitting down. Not even sitting on the toe. Just sitting.
Yeah, pathetic. At Keith's suggestion that I get it checked out, I limped across campus to the hospital. I was there from 8:30 until 11:45, and missed Japanese and CS. I then took the next day off in order to catch up. I'm just about caught up now in Japanese, but CS.... I've got a week's worth and more to do. Ugh. And I still haven't cleaned the bathroom. Sorry, Dad. The bathroom situation is made even worse by the fact that there's now ceiling all over the floor. It happens.
So on Friday, we walk to the point and yoga. Yoga! And then we walk back to shoreland, and I strip down to a T-shirt. I try to persuade everyone else to, too. "It's just like Hawaii, only a little bit colder." The only person who agree was the Dean of something or other. "Thinking makes it so," he said. Finally, I went inside. I got a cool shirt with a polar bear on it.
On similar note, that afternoon was the polar bear run. I kept my boxers on, but, unlike all those other pansies, I wasn't wearing shoes. Yeah, I ran across campus in my underwear barefoot with a broken toe. It happens.
That night was the Living Euphony, a poetry reading/party put on by, duh, the Euphony editors. And, for the first time in my life, I drank more than a few sips of alcohol and enjoyed it. After I came back to the dorm, I wound up in Dan and Keith's room, where, to name the highlights, I found out I don't like Tequila and Alla tried to take my pants off (but was too drunk to find the buckle). It happens.
Saturday, CUSA show. I had The Thirst all day. I finally got a screwdriver late at night, and it was good. Probaly for the best, too, because when I came back into the room, Eric looked at Alice and said, "OK, Ian was first." He then says to me, "I owe you money."
"What for?" I say, and walk into the room. I then notice bits of wall all over the floor. Yeah. Two big holes in the wall, one elbow shaped and one knee shaped. Still don't know how they got there. Don't really care. When I saw that, a new resolve hit me. I grabbed my pocketknife, stood on the toilet, and de-fuzzed mybathroom ceiling with it. Thus the ceiling allover the floor as metioned above. Sunday, I bought my spiffy mouse. And now, the weekend is over.
Today would have made a great Friday.