oh man. oh man oh man oh man, little kohlberg iMac, i could kiss you, i could. oh happiness. oh eternal, blue-sky-supportive-friends-loving-family-warm-bunny-bubbly-college-type joy. i fixed it. yesterday this blog was fucked, today it's fine. i fixed it. oh yum.
last nite we had a dinner party at the barn. we've averaging one a week, which is fine tho a little stressful -- or maybe i feel the stress more when i don't really have a friend at the table. last nite's guests consisted of becca's friend from high skool and her friend, a friend of ross's from the class above ours, and a friend of joel's who's new here. technically the boy has junior status b/c he spent the last 2 years at deep springs. we're not allowed to mention that, tho. he irked me, just something about him; becca too. there was something odd in his manner when he related to the females in the room. first joel defended the guy, then after some consideration said that he didn't mean to have been insensitive to our emotions and reactions. we're allowed our opinions and he respects that; only, he asks us, please keep an open mind.
becca and i sequestered ourselves and watched chinatown -- jack nicholson always calms me down.
ross and i spent three hours talking. ben materialized at 3 a.m., slightly drunk and adorable. now becca and i are on campus and we're supposed to be doing stat work. i am at peace. if only america can stay the same, i'll be happy. the odds are way slimmer than i am, but i will continue to hope.
all the ex-hippies will come tripping out of the woodwork w/ flowers in their hair. they should be running the country now. what's wrong w/ them? don't they remember their rhetoric? love, man, not war. love. and lots of pot.