writing in willets, man ... yeahhh ... that's the stuff. i'm so glad i don't live in this building. it's all white cinderblock and vomit-absorbing carpets, which the athletes, who represent the majority of inhabitors here, make good use of. the smell is the worse part. but these are the only computers open to us poor barnies at 8-something on a saturday nite, so there it is.

last nite, ross and ben djed their dance party. people came, which was exciting; more freshman than folks we knew, which was not so much, but at least the froshes could dance. and did. it was impressive, really. people got very into it. i was a little enhanced, so to speak, which was appropriate, or at least traditional. last year at this time, mariah and i recollected as we did shots together, she and i got smashed in willets. this time, in addition to the alky, we met up w/ rob and his bowl. a bad combination, i know, i know. but i didn't feel like thinking. the boys would expect me to dance, and i find it difficult to dance when unenhanced. it's a confidence thing. alcohol is a great substitute for confidence, grace, lack of attraction, the need to be coherent ... little wonder it's retained its popularity over the years. especially at college. :-)

we've just met up w/ a freshman famous, or infamous, for being listed in the cygnet as "rogg". as he just explained to us, we may also know him for having given himself a concussion on day 1 and straining his groin playing ultimate frisbee. "i thought i had a hernia," he explains. "i had to reveal myself to the nurse at 12 o'clock at night and consequently the doctor the next morning. p.s.: they had cold hands." he's used the word "nevertheless" twice so far and he moves a lot when he speaks. the freshman class seems full of interesting characters. last nite there was no lack of people interpretative dancing, for one thing. i'm eternally impressed by people who do shit like that naturally.

eventually my mixture of substances knocked me out -- i fell asleep in a large chair in trotter, the building behind which ben and ross were feverishly conducting their party. rob woke up me and we stumbled over to his and ben's room, where he collapsed in his bed and i in ben's, still skirted and shirted and all that jazz. this morning i felt disgusting and left ben, who had joined me at some point during the night, to return to the barn. i spent the rest of the day lounging in pajamas, reading master and margarita, chillin w/ the barnies, and talking w/ various people (among them pennbecca who has gone and acquired herself another bunny. good fun, i say. and she seems happy. tomorrow we meet to watch her new bunny perform in some show and then go to pod.) tonite is going to be as calm as today was. i can only do craziness in small doses. dork? yes. and speaking of which, here is the working link to my review of ghost world. let me know if you agree.