From Mom

A voicemail message from my mother:

"We sure enjoy your blog... uh...*long pause*... especially the last diagram... very detailed. Thanks for the information. Okay. Bye Sweetie."

We watched South Park on the roof of the loggia today. I was laughing really hard at something inappropriate from the NAMBLA (North American Man/Boy Love Association) Episode when all of a sudden, some kid from the yearbook standing on the ground below asked to take our picture for the book. YAY!

So I gave my "college is like camping" theory back in September. Now, as we enter into November I find that life on Loose Second is looking more and more like life at a Bed & Breakfast. We don't have television in our rooms, we must walk down the hall to the bathroom we share with our neighbors (some of whom are easier to get along with than others and many of whom hail from different parts of the country), and we share the responsibility of refilling the floor ice cube tray when it is empty. I like it here. A lot.

The drag show was pretty good. The party was ok; Ryan, Neo, Erin, and I were the reason it was such a success. Ask anyone.