I never found a way to get my hands of a copy of Real Men and I'm still disappointed. I would like to try again tonight but I feel very tired. I even have the author's name. I just can't find him. I've tried e-mailing him twice. He's probably graduated - or thinks I'm creepy/crazy. Sigh.
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People vandalize my whiteboard and door a lot. A couple times it's been about me playing piano too much. One time two things of ice cream got spilled all over the bottom of my door on purpose. I thought maybe it was an accident, but it wouldn't happen twice at two separate times. Someone apparently wrote something about it on Evan and Davis's whiteboard too, so that would imply it not being an accident. I asked them if they knew who it was and they said no. I don't believe them. I have a hunch of who it is but I'm not sure yet.
I drew a picture of the crucifixion with the standard cross replaced by the Penn State whiteout t-shirt design, which looks exactly like a cross. The point of the drawing was to point out the similarity of design. First someone wrote "Don't be intimidated, it is only he who died for your sins." Then someone ran their hand against it to try to erase it. Then someone wrote "There is a specific level of hell reserved for this - the sixth." That was three vandalisms in like thirty hours or something, which I think is the most that's ever happened. Sometimes people are offended way too easily, like by things that aren't offensive, and whatnot.
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My competition IM roller hockey team lost the second playoff game tonight. It was close for a while but they kept it in the third period. I also played for the team full of guys from my dorm and we won, but I don't think I should play with them tomorrow, because it'd be kind of unfair.
I'm going to buy Timmy and Chas their favorite kinds of alcohol at the end of the season because they do a crapload of work for the league and nobody every thanks them for it. I asked them what their favorite kinds were after the first playoff game and they wondered why I was asking.
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It gets dark so early now. I'll walk to my 1:25 class sometimes and when I step outside the dorm, it's already "golden hour," as Dana put it. That's supposed to be from like 5:30 - 6:30, not early afternoon.
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The only thing on my Christmas list right now is for no one to study in the piano lounge during non-quiet hours ever again.
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I put a message in a bottle with Meg last week, I think it was on Thursday. It was the last piece of paper in the ream so I wanted to do something cool with it. I had stalked Meg's blog from years ago earlier that day and she said she wanted to do a message in a bottle, so I asked her if the message should go all the way in the bottle or be poking out, and she got excited and wanted to come along when I put it somewhere. We ended up putting it on a water fountain in Willard. It was an old IBC root beer bottle and I took off the label and taped a paper label that said "MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE" around it instead. The message was actually a story from Mike Birbiglia, the one about the car accident. I wrote it as if I were Mike. I know that's kind of lying, but really, that doesn't make a difference to the person who's reading it.
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I haven't emptied my camera's pictures in a long time. Like since before I went canning. I also haven't taken pictures in a long time. Like since I went canning.
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My friend Hortense told me that I should come visit her and Lucy more often in their dorm room. I felt very complimented. I went to visit them last night around 12:30. Lucy went to bed early and I felt bad, like I was keeping her up, but sometimes she'd laugh at something Hortense or I said, so then I didn't feel too awful.
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For some reason I have 81 unread messages in my GMail inbox that I plan on leaving unread forever. Old junk mail that I just never deleted or whatever. I'm getting really lazy lately and starring and keeping things marked as unread. I think I have 86 unread messages now, which is bad. That's 5 things that are like, moderately important, which I should probably have attended to at least a week ago.
I have a pretty real problem with procrastination.
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I finally took the advice of environmentalists the world over and filled my fridge and freezer with bottles of water. Specifically used milk bottles. Honestly this was mostly because I never felt like going to recycle them. I suppose filling them with water isn't any easier but whatever.
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I made a list of everyone that I wanted to see over Thanksgiving that I could reasonably see (people who live far away didn't make it, for instance). It took up 34 lines, but some of the lines had multiple people on them. That's a lot of people in 9 days. It's sort of overwhelming, and I feel like I really just set myself up for disappointment.
Peace out.
