Next time, on Davidson College...
"Don gets a makeover.
Jordan gets a makeover.
Brian gets a makeover.
Sara gets a makeover.
Rebecca gets a makeover.
Katie gets a makeover.
Lexi gets a makeover?
And old Michael stays the same. Lovable.
Maybe I'll get a wax or something."
-a modified version of the narrator's teaser at the end of Episode 11 of Clone High
Let's start from the beginning. So...about three weeks ago, playing pool at the union, Jordan, Don, Brian, and I had a serious discussion. The Original Myrrhing had already occurred - that was December 5th - so Lexi and Don were together. We made a plan. Erin was being bothersome to all of us, so we decided that February 5th - the night of the Red and Black Ball - would be the time to make our point. Date plans were made. Don was to go with Lexi, obviously. Jordan and Rebecca had been passing hints back and forth, so they were to go together. Brian and Sara had already discussed moving their relationship forward, but had made a decision not to do it. And I chose Katie, for reasons that would be clear had you been reading the journal closely. So we all asked our dates, who all agreed, and plans were made. It was what we all wanted.
But that all changed. Quickly. Lexi's relationship with Don was getting unhealthy. It was damaging their lives in general, and Lexi apparently said that she didn't want a serious relationship. Neither did Don, when it started. But he was okay with it when it did. But he never went out looking for it.
Lexi, within two days, started going out with Jordan. Suddenly, all our plans were wrong. Don was alone, Rebecca was alone, but Don was the only one seriously hurt. Brian and Sara were still there. And Katie and I...well...
Disaster ensued. Don was feeling like crap all day, and I was just trying to help him as much as I could. Once at the Red and/or Black Ball (in the words of Matt Richardson, the Omnipresent Fiji),things seemed to be looking up, both for me and for Don. I was really concerned about Kathy making another move on him, and she did. Or at least appeared to. As soon as I saw it, I popped up from my seat, went over to Don, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "I need to talk to you. Now." Ciara, who went with Erin (again, so much for the best laid plans of Davidson men), bid on some shoes, but lost them at the last second. (It was a silent auction.) I felt a little distracted through this point because I was constantly looking after Don. I wasn't paying enough attention to anything else (including, but not limited to, Katie) as I'd have liked to. At one point, Don had a headache and we sent him back to Rich. Immediately upon walking back into Chambers Gallery, I screamed, just a little, but enough for Katie to notice and ask what it was about.
It was about Jordan and Lexi making out on the dance floor.
Not a big deal, normally, but, I had spent all this time trying to protect Don, and...
Katie and I ignored it for a few minutes. We told everyone else, who freaked out as much as I did. (That made me feel better.)
For no apparent reason, my back started hurting to the point where I was in pain just standing up (but none lying down), so Katie and I went back to The Ten and Don gave me Advil. People started coming by, and a Affle House trip was quickly planned. Shane drove, first to Exit 28, where the Affle House was full (at 2:00AM!), then to Exit 23. On the way back, Shane got pulled over by Davidson (Town) Police on Griffith Street for one of his four headlights being out. None of us had been drinking (since 9PM, anyway), and Shane was being the smart one. His registration wasn't in the car (*sigh*). In typical conscientious student style, Shane offered to step out of the car. Despite all this, the officer issued a warning at 2:53AM.
...
Time passes...
Time approaches...
Jordan and Lexi became serious, and it became near to Valentine's Day. A shopping trip was planned for Saturday. I also had a scheduled community service project that Saturday morning, and the night before was the ...arousing...failure that was Fiji Coffeehouse. (Katie came to Coffeehouse and stayed from about 7:30PM to 2:30AM...I was doing setup and takedown, but she just wanted to stay.) Matt and Nick were trying to analyze my relationship with Katie (because I couldn't provide them with information that I didn't know). I believe it was Matt who said, in the style of J.C., "I think she's your ladyfriend now, and would consider being your special ladyfriend."
The shopping trip came next. Jordan, Brian, and I went to Carolina Place Mall in Pineville (I-77 South to I-485 East to Pineville-Matthews Rd.). I relayed what Matt said to Jordan and Brian, and they agreed, but went farther...and they spoke the truth. Everyone had something specific in mind for a Valentine's gift but me. Brian to Sara: an Italian charm bracelet. Jordan to Lexi: chocolates. Me to Katie? After some thinking, I decided on something that would just sound like utter crap to most of you, but I knew for a fact that it would be perfect for Katie. A copy of Ulysses, as well as one of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man with the following highlighted: They seemed to listen, he on the upper step and she on the lower. She came up to his step many times and went down to hers again between their phrases and once or twice stood close beside him for some moments on the upper step, forgetting to go down, and then went down. His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and long black stockings, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times. Yet a voice within him spoke above the noise of his dancing heart, asking him would he take her gift to which he had only to stretch out his hand. And he remembered the day when he and Eileen had stood looking into the hotel grounds, watching the waiters running up a trail of bunting on the flagstaff and the fox terrier scampering to and fro on the sunny lawn and how, all of a sudden, she had broken out into a peal of laughter and had run down the sloping curve of the path. Now, as then, he stood listlessly in his place, seemingly a tranquil watcher of the scene before him.
--She too wants me to catch hold of her, he thought. That's why she came with me to the tram. I could easily catch hold of her when she comes up to my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her.
So, in the car on the way back, Jordan let something slip about doing something with Lexi in November. Yarr.
Jordan was supposed to make dinner reservations for me. He didn't. I was left to last-second planning. I called Greg and Adrienne to get permission to use the porch of the lake house. As I suspected, it wouldn't be a problem. Everything went fine. It was a good experience all around.
Edited, 10:57PM 2/15/2005
Edited, 12:25AM 2/16/2005
Jordan gets a makeover.
Brian gets a makeover.
Sara gets a makeover.
Rebecca gets a makeover.
Katie gets a makeover.
Lexi gets a makeover?
And old Michael stays the same. Lovable.
Maybe I'll get a wax or something."
-a modified version of the narrator's teaser at the end of Episode 11 of Clone High
Let's start from the beginning. So...about three weeks ago, playing pool at the union, Jordan, Don, Brian, and I had a serious discussion. The Original Myrrhing had already occurred - that was December 5th - so Lexi and Don were together. We made a plan. Erin was being bothersome to all of us, so we decided that February 5th - the night of the Red and Black Ball - would be the time to make our point. Date plans were made. Don was to go with Lexi, obviously. Jordan and Rebecca had been passing hints back and forth, so they were to go together. Brian and Sara had already discussed moving their relationship forward, but had made a decision not to do it. And I chose Katie, for reasons that would be clear had you been reading the journal closely. So we all asked our dates, who all agreed, and plans were made. It was what we all wanted.
But that all changed. Quickly. Lexi's relationship with Don was getting unhealthy. It was damaging their lives in general, and Lexi apparently said that she didn't want a serious relationship. Neither did Don, when it started. But he was okay with it when it did. But he never went out looking for it.
Lexi, within two days, started going out with Jordan. Suddenly, all our plans were wrong. Don was alone, Rebecca was alone, but Don was the only one seriously hurt. Brian and Sara were still there. And Katie and I...well...
Disaster ensued. Don was feeling like crap all day, and I was just trying to help him as much as I could. Once at the Red and/or Black Ball (in the words of Matt Richardson, the Omnipresent Fiji),things seemed to be looking up, both for me and for Don. I was really concerned about Kathy making another move on him, and she did. Or at least appeared to. As soon as I saw it, I popped up from my seat, went over to Don, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "I need to talk to you. Now." Ciara, who went with Erin (again, so much for the best laid plans of Davidson men), bid on some shoes, but lost them at the last second. (It was a silent auction.) I felt a little distracted through this point because I was constantly looking after Don. I wasn't paying enough attention to anything else (including, but not limited to, Katie) as I'd have liked to. At one point, Don had a headache and we sent him back to Rich. Immediately upon walking back into Chambers Gallery, I screamed, just a little, but enough for Katie to notice and ask what it was about.
It was about Jordan and Lexi making out on the dance floor.
Not a big deal, normally, but, I had spent all this time trying to protect Don, and...
Katie and I ignored it for a few minutes. We told everyone else, who freaked out as much as I did. (That made me feel better.)
For no apparent reason, my back started hurting to the point where I was in pain just standing up (but none lying down), so Katie and I went back to The Ten and Don gave me Advil. People started coming by, and a Affle House trip was quickly planned. Shane drove, first to Exit 28, where the Affle House was full (at 2:00AM!), then to Exit 23. On the way back, Shane got pulled over by Davidson (Town) Police on Griffith Street for one of his four headlights being out. None of us had been drinking (since 9PM, anyway), and Shane was being the smart one. His registration wasn't in the car (*sigh*). In typical conscientious student style, Shane offered to step out of the car. Despite all this, the officer issued a warning at 2:53AM.
...
Time passes...
Time approaches...
Jordan and Lexi became serious, and it became near to Valentine's Day. A shopping trip was planned for Saturday. I also had a scheduled community service project that Saturday morning, and the night before was the ...arousing...failure that was Fiji Coffeehouse. (Katie came to Coffeehouse and stayed from about 7:30PM to 2:30AM...I was doing setup and takedown, but she just wanted to stay.) Matt and Nick were trying to analyze my relationship with Katie (because I couldn't provide them with information that I didn't know). I believe it was Matt who said, in the style of J.C., "I think she's your ladyfriend now, and would consider being your special ladyfriend."
The shopping trip came next. Jordan, Brian, and I went to Carolina Place Mall in Pineville (I-77 South to I-485 East to Pineville-Matthews Rd.). I relayed what Matt said to Jordan and Brian, and they agreed, but went farther...and they spoke the truth. Everyone had something specific in mind for a Valentine's gift but me. Brian to Sara: an Italian charm bracelet. Jordan to Lexi: chocolates. Me to Katie? After some thinking, I decided on something that would just sound like utter crap to most of you, but I knew for a fact that it would be perfect for Katie. A copy of Ulysses, as well as one of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man with the following highlighted: They seemed to listen, he on the upper step and she on the lower. She came up to his step many times and went down to hers again between their phrases and once or twice stood close beside him for some moments on the upper step, forgetting to go down, and then went down. His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and long black stockings, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times. Yet a voice within him spoke above the noise of his dancing heart, asking him would he take her gift to which he had only to stretch out his hand. And he remembered the day when he and Eileen had stood looking into the hotel grounds, watching the waiters running up a trail of bunting on the flagstaff and the fox terrier scampering to and fro on the sunny lawn and how, all of a sudden, she had broken out into a peal of laughter and had run down the sloping curve of the path. Now, as then, he stood listlessly in his place, seemingly a tranquil watcher of the scene before him.
--She too wants me to catch hold of her, he thought. That's why she came with me to the tram. I could easily catch hold of her when she comes up to my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her.
So, in the car on the way back, Jordan let something slip about doing something with Lexi in November. Yarr.
Jordan was supposed to make dinner reservations for me. He didn't. I was left to last-second planning. I called Greg and Adrienne to get permission to use the porch of the lake house. As I suspected, it wouldn't be a problem. Everything went fine. It was a good experience all around.
Edited, 10:57PM 2/15/2005
Edited, 12:25AM 2/16/2005