Smallhouse Log

Tuesday

I cannot seem to find any trace of either 1945 or The Return on the Internet. This is extremely bothersome.

So, Anna came back today. Alex woke me up so he could do laundry. Vanessa got chewed out by Jolyon for selling shot glasses in the lobby (even though she had permission from housing), and I bought a shirt I'm not supposed to be able to buy. It's awesome. I also ate three dinners.

The second night of No-Week was so-so, until the cops broke it up. After that, it was pretty good, even if I never took my pants off. Friends of the hosts were allowed to stay, so I did. There were also two first-year girls who stayed, one of whom had been 'hiding' in the closet after the cops came. Her name was Mame. The other was Joules, whom I walked home because she lives in Shoreland.

I wasn't the only O-Aide there this time, though I was the only one not drinking. All the other O-Aides left when the cops came, because they were threatening to ID. As I a) am over twenty-one and b) had not and was not going to drink anything, I wasn't too worried; I just reminded them to hide the cash box. Then we all sat around talking, and most of us sat around drinking.

I'm excited for Friday. I may have to pass over Critical Mass for.... other things. I suppose it depends on what the weather is like.

Avast!

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