Smallhouse Log

getsuyoubi

  1. Portraying: "California, here we come."
  2. Conveying: Indilligence
  3. Now Playing: "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haa!" - Napoleon XIV
  4. The Saying: "Most of the time, it doesn't even take Love." - Johnny Northside, pd
  5. When Praying: Still the toe
  6. Betraying: Jody

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.

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