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Wolff: the quiet all-girls no-drinking-or-smoking dorm, from which a sheepish stream of men and non-Wolff women can be observed trailing down the stairs and out the door every morning. I end up camping out there every weekend, mostly to confuse people about my area of residence/sexual orientation, but also to spend such important time with some very darling girls. This weekend was Spring Fling, so I was purposefully abstaining from any but the immediate homework.
I've been happy. I've been chasing my four years of pescatarianism with as many hot dogs and chicken-parts as I can stomach. Which is about two hot dogs a day, joining my two peanut-butter-bagels and two apples a day. I am Noah's Ark. Hrm.
It has been discovered that Sasha can see unicorns, but that Bunny and I and many of our friends can see dragons. Therefore it is our duty to protect Sasha, which why I have been towering over her so usually of late.
I have to break up with Boyfriend tomorrow morning, or he with me. He has been told to make me cry. He might if he mentions that I lost his pin. It is the most amazing pin - really a clip - this little plastic accordian with a smiling face and all sorts of adorey. Bugger bugger bugger. Nothing can make up for it. I am definitely a failure of an imaginary girlfriend. I mean, I'm going to find the thing, as my room gets more and more packed up. However, breaking up with a boy and not giving him his pin back seems sort of - not prep. Which is, for once, bad.
If I haven't already told you - Max and I decided last tuesday to date for a week. It was fun. He wouldn't hold my hand. Claremont, he's a very funny actor who looks like a beautiful Waldo (from Where's Waldo?, Where's Waldo Now?, Where's Waldo NOW Now?, etc).
I miss Improv rehearsal terribly. Should have auditioned, if only to be part of the group. I loved observing them for Anthropology, but am ashamed of how unworthy of them my paper was. Dearest Flashmonster, my dear friends, please forgive my squandering of your solitude, and my shameful desire to do it more - more! I may take Rachel's suggestion to keep taking Anthro courses as an excuse to study them while watching their rehearsals. Rarely have I found any group so inspiring.
Rachel, darling, I am so sorry about the postponement. Moving up, though, you may get even more committed volunteers next year, since the project won't be right at the end of everything.
This semester has been nothing but Jolie Holland. She is the contrasting soundtrack, the low and romantic music in my head during the ambulance rides and probably what I hummed while under ether.
So, the joys of Spring Fling:
Music!
The Foundations, I love 'em, I dance upon 'em, would put them all on pillars if they hadn't already declared their architectural position.
Petty Victories!
Jousting Ariana on wobbly (speaking of) pillars with a silly helmet and a huge padded stick (carnival standard) and smack talkin' and winnin' was, you know, my favorite petty victory. Then I lost to Christine. But hopefully nobody has read down this far.
Food!
Hot dogs! Popcorn without salt!
Childhood Dreams (Realized)!
I haltingly advanced around a May Pole, ribbon in fist, according to all my oldest wishes and fondest hopes. Of course, I wasn't decked in virginal white, and my hair wasn't even floating about, but I was very happy. The 'Pole looked gorgeous in ribbons of a million colors, and my friends in white. Rachel 2 cut down the tree herself.
Home is so near. And so flipping far.