This is a backdated and chronologically deficient post.

Bulletin
- Hereford is holding a pirate-themed banquet in early Nov, where everyone will receive free eye-patches
- Newcomb Theatre is screening Garden State and Requiem for a Dream as part of Substance Abuse Awareness Week

Watch Snow Falling on Cedars now- it is Angsty!Good.
Yesterday Jae's IRC friend called me out of the blue and zipped over to Hereford at 11pm, because her idea was to swap places as soon as possible. She stubbed out her cigarette and we moved onto the Runk high chairs, before starting to proposition. I received strong comm school vibes. But it did make me think about transferring there next semester, and grappled with indecisiveness. I may blame Hereford for relatively silent atmosphere, but what makes me think it's in the dorm and not in myself, or that I set standards too high?
Had pizza with the Agape girls at Natalie's beautiful apartment, and I could not stop thinking to myself, "This is the whitest conversation I've ever had." Not that I said much, as I do not share this history, but it was hazy ice-cream tea and candy-striped arm-chairs and boys upstairs who play their bass too loud(ly). In this light, it will be funny when I recall it tomorrow.
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I had dinner with the S'pore folks at Biltmore Grill and can't stop stuffing my face with the American-book food such as sloppy joes, meatloaf, pineapple upside-down cake and now, Philly cheesesteak.
Helen and I ran back to Newcomb to catch Green Street Hooligans, which is truly fantastic movie and so offensive = fun. There is cult possibility in the swagger and drawling accents. My main thesis, however, must be on the brilliantly unpredictable Charlie Hunnam.
I walked over to the IRC then, watched Jen and Mun Yuk contemplate Classical Greek History and The Art of Tabla, listened to Clara choose Engineering bash options, and us deciding between Haunted House at Brown College or crashing the French House. We manage to do both. Glowing pumpkins, my toes cubing (which I kept saying to annoy the world, though only Han and Mel will understand that cross-reference), elaborately costumed students milling around La Casa Bolivar. I see Seuss's Thing 1 and 2, a Jedi, Napolean Dynamite, but no sexy pumpkin, which should please Natalie (who dressed up as Jessica Simpson last year).
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Most of the boys of Norris 3rd taste-tested mysterious energy drink which resulted in their being up all night, and crashing all of the next day.
I was walking to class on a nippy morning and a guy stuck his head out of a passing car, whooping sarcastically, "It's MONDAY - woohooooo!"
People are walking around with ties wrapped around their heads for Assassins, and I wish I were on the committee for the creation of embarrassing-necessary exploits.
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I had to bumble around looking for the new SD meeting place on the Lawn at night, and when I did it was snug at a long wooden table with warm yellow lights. I want to stay there - see here and here, but that would mean becoming android + RJmugger x300000.
Feeling dank, I picked up I Capture the Castle again for my third re-reading. I got to the bit when the girls met the Cottons and they took lemonade to Miss Marcy's singing class.
"'Go on, make a speech - it's expected,' I whispered. He took me seriously and gave me an agonized look. Then he told them how much he had enjoyed the singing and that he hoped they would all come to Scoatney one day and sing for his mother. Everyone applauded except one small child who howled and got under her desk - I think she was scared of his beard." I sat down and laughed. Sometimes I believe I will laugh at anything.