gives me vertigo
lost money at the casino. didn't get home until 4am.
still, had a MOST fantastical time! dinner was great because slutface led half of the buffet area (all deis kids) in singing a happy birthday to me, and then they brought me candles, and we shared tasty wine for cheap. then to gambling!
hana and I started in the slots area but were not having fun. after wandering, we found Alli, Josh K'poff and David at a blackjack table. Our dealer, Ashley, was such a hoot! We stayed there all evening (minus, for me, a five-minute excursion to win five bucks and lose it right back at craps). enjoyed a Manhattan and a mudslide.
today, got up early to move boats and stuff out of CRI. then trained Josh some more (and got to make sandwiches for the anthro faculty)... then ran into Stats prof who told me I have a B, then on to Hiatt for more celebration, and then I returned fifty-two books to the library, and finally a waterfight with Alli and David. I took the only direct hit (minus the one accidentally to Alli's face that didn't explode): to the small of my back and down. felt nice, in point of fact. And then I walked home singing and wet-butted.
Masa now avoids me by crossing the street before we can cross paths. I think my work here is done. Kee-rist! At this point I'm just trying to get him in touch with the future renters re his furniture (if he has any), but I think he hates me so much that he ignores my notes. Maybe he's just embarrassed? Yesterday he started walking out of the shower in a towel, then saw me, retreated, and wouldn't respond when I called to him that I was leaving him a note about the furniture. I'm not innocent in all of this, but at some point each of us needs to concede. I've been trying to get a response out of him for weeks, so I feel the ball's in his court.
also, the bastard is USING MY LOOFAH. i have proof. thank god i have another that's kept in my room (though for all I know, he comes in here and fouls the sheets). EWWWWWWWW.
still, had a MOST fantastical time! dinner was great because slutface led half of the buffet area (all deis kids) in singing a happy birthday to me, and then they brought me candles, and we shared tasty wine for cheap. then to gambling!
hana and I started in the slots area but were not having fun. after wandering, we found Alli, Josh K'poff and David at a blackjack table. Our dealer, Ashley, was such a hoot! We stayed there all evening (minus, for me, a five-minute excursion to win five bucks and lose it right back at craps). enjoyed a Manhattan and a mudslide.
today, got up early to move boats and stuff out of CRI. then trained Josh some more (and got to make sandwiches for the anthro faculty)... then ran into Stats prof who told me I have a B, then on to Hiatt for more celebration, and then I returned fifty-two books to the library, and finally a waterfight with Alli and David. I took the only direct hit (minus the one accidentally to Alli's face that didn't explode): to the small of my back and down. felt nice, in point of fact. And then I walked home singing and wet-butted.
Masa now avoids me by crossing the street before we can cross paths. I think my work here is done. Kee-rist! At this point I'm just trying to get him in touch with the future renters re his furniture (if he has any), but I think he hates me so much that he ignores my notes. Maybe he's just embarrassed? Yesterday he started walking out of the shower in a towel, then saw me, retreated, and wouldn't respond when I called to him that I was leaving him a note about the furniture. I'm not innocent in all of this, but at some point each of us needs to concede. I've been trying to get a response out of him for weeks, so I feel the ball's in his court.
also, the bastard is USING MY LOOFAH. i have proof. thank god i have another that's kept in my room (though for all I know, he comes in here and fouls the sheets). EWWWWWWWW.