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"I'm re-growing my abs." - Miss Anna Bertiger, 01/30
And this time, it's Anna and Josh I get to thank for signing my guestbook. I could get used to this 'two a week' thing.
So I'm thinking about becoming vegan. And my new screen name is 'A calculus for our ardours'. And I had a crazy fun weekend. Rather than tell it in chronological entirity, which is not terrible coherent by and other logic, I will tell of it by topic. And so....
I'm thinking about becoming a vegan. I'm certainly going to join the Vegan Society. The two main tenants of the Vegan Society are veganism (well, duh) and 'your mom' jokes. Deceit and various other knaveries also appear to be strong factors. With the possible exception of veganism, these are all quite attractive to me. Because of that, and for the same reasons I wanted to join SASA, I am joining the Vegan Society.
In fact, after the concert Friday, I went to the end-of-Try-Vegan-Week party, and Vegan Eric's apartment. It was boring at first, but then we started playing party games. We played 'I Never' for a while, and then switched to 'Truth or Dare'. In short, by the end of the night, no one was wearing a shirt, with one girl still wearing a skirt, and one that had managed to put her pants back on before she passed out on a couch. That would be A+, who earlier had tried to convince me that she was, in fact, me. She almost had me fooled, but slipped up and assumed that I was drinking beer.I don't drink beer, though, and the real me would know that. Speaking of fun nicknames, I finally pulled the "I don't tell people my name" thing in an environment sufficiently insulated from anyone who knew -or at least that could remember- my name. As a result, I had to keep doing dares so that they couldn't demand my name. Eventually, they just started calling me Nemo. Unfortunately, I did not realize at that time what an appropriate and cool nickname that was, and so I eventually caved and took the critical truth.
At the volunteer/performer party Saturday night, I found out that the party that had been at Max on Friday -which, incidentally, I almost went to, and which I know Alyssa and probably Lorange went to- also ended with everyone having stripped. Speaking of Lorange, since Will insisted his name was Will when she met him, she now thinks his name is Will. He initially complained to me about this, and seemed prepared to e-mail her and remedy the situation, but as of last night he had resigned himself to it. Poor Joel. But anyway, I learned of the crazy happening at this other party from Joan. I also learned that Joan has perfect vison and was instantly struck with the urge to marry her.
On a similar note, I got engaged again on Sunday. This one was even shorter-lived; it only lasted about eight hours. Jena apparantly was overcome with how cool I was and asked me to marry her. Of course, when a beautiful girl who also happens to be a good dancer asks one that, does one really refuse? But later, two significant facts were revealed. The first was that she's not that great a cook, and the second was that she apparantly isn't going to get married until she's thirty. Together, that was too much for me, and I had to break it off.
I don't know why I volunteered for two early-morning shifts. I only got about seven hours of sleep all weekend. You see, the Folk Festival dominated and was the very framework of my entire weekend. I had volunteered for so many shifts that I basically became a full-time volunteer. But in return, I got really nice tickets for every show, and two for Saturday, with the idea that I would procure a date.
This might have worked if I had begun looking before 9pm on Thursday. I won't go into that sad little adventure. Let's just say that I don't know as many available young women as I thought I did, and that I ended up giving the ticket to Nancy. But other than that -and even that was rather fun, if disheartening- I had a great Thursday. I think I may have learned more on Thursday than I did my first two quarters on colleg. Not only did I learn how to waltz, I also learned how to ice skate. Rock.
Speaking of Nancy, I must relate something she and I shared this past week.
And after all this, I came how with the express intent of sleeping all of today. Antoine didn't believe me when I said that I would still be asleep when he got back this afternoon. He was very wrong.
Chunks of my toes have been falling off. A few of them are still a charming shade of grey, though.
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