Holy crap. Has it been two weeks? I apologize profusely but also want to throw out the excuse that college is a hell of a busy place. I had to work at the dining hall last weekend, not to mention do a lot of work for classes. It's been a while. Let's see what I can come up with.

I suppose I will start with the Friday before last. The official start to festivities was at nine, when a live show of campus bands was meant to start at Fallstaff's. I headed over with Tess and Sarah and found John, Liz and Nora there. The first forty-five minutes were brought to us by technical difficulties. The opening act was mediocre and we decided to leave the venue to find something else to do. We started back to the dorms and ran into Jeff, one of the sophomores in the suite across the hall from me. At this point, we lost Tess to another group, absorbed Kevin C. and chilled for a bit in Jeff's dorm.

Let me take this opportunity to give you some background about The Guys Across the Hall. They're all irreverent bastards but most of them turn it around into something wonderfully entertaining. Jeff, on the other hand, tries to play the intellectual nice-guy card to impress girls and fails miserably. I decided that he's the only one whose assitude I cannot tolerate. Moving on...

I got a call from Hal, who was heading over to the Asian Cultural Appreciation Club's Friday party and we decided to check it out. When we got there, the party was yet to heat up and it was just a roomful of Asian people watching two guys shred DDR. I was a little weirded out and left with Sarah, Jeff and Kevin. We returned to Jeff's where we got bored and decided to go to the gazebo down by the pond. It was ridiculous. Jeff posed all sorts of pseudo-intellectual premises for conversation. At one point, I mentioned that I had gone to school in Tokyo and he asked me whether I spoke Chinese fluently. I'd heard this as a joke about four times since I got to Skidmore but when I laughed, he quickly corrected himself and I confirmed that he's a tool.

I was getting tired of drowning in bullshit and was relieved when James wandered by, messed up by having a little too much fun, wondering which direction his apartment was in. We decided to see what was going on at Fallstaff's. Not much was, as it turns out. We saw the main act's last two shows and returned to the dorms. Jeff invited Sarah, Kevin and I to a big house party; Sarah and I decided against it. (If you haven't got this from my college posts thus far, I really dislike house parties.) We wandered to the green and sat on the mini-stage in front of the dining hall. John, Liz and Nora wandered by and we all went to the SPA, got some eatables and sat at a table outside Case Center. After hooking Michael and Marshall, we moved to the couches inside and talked until three thirty. It was a vast improvement on the evening's earlier events.

After getting home at three forty-five, I realized that I had to work the next morning at ten forty-five and set my alarm for ten. I felt like taking a shower after I groggily rolled out of bed and enjoyed it a little too much; by the time I emerged from the bathroom, it was ten forty-four. I ended up being about ten minutes late but they just told me to stay an extra ten.

Little did I know that this was the start of a dramatic downhill plummet. On Sunday, I had an alarm clock disfunction and arrived at work an hour and fifteen minutes late. On Monday evening, after feeling good about finishing a reading, I was talking to Tess, Sarah and Tyler over dinner about when a good time would be to cut my hair:

"Can you do it tomorrow? I kind of have a lot I'm supposed to do but..."
"Wednesday evening would be the best time for me."
"Hm. I have to work on Wedne.... OH FUCK."

It was seven forty. Like I planned to on Wednesday, I was supposed to be working from six fifteen in the dining hall. I excused myself frantically and ran home to get my hat. Again, my lateness was met with no punishment, just a reminder to make up all time lost to tardiness, which I did by working until ten. The next day, I showed up for work early, only to find that I turned up at the dining hall instead of the SPA. I got it right on Wednesday. It was relieving. Unfortunately, after getting back to my room at around nine, I was greeted with a butt-load of reading. At two thirty, I decided that finishing the drawn out and far reaching assignment wasn't worth the pain I would endure for depriving myself of sleep. It turned out to be a good decision; we didn't even touch the reading in class and the assignment for Tuesday was to finish it.

I got sexiled on Friday night and, conveniently, Tess and Sarah's roommate was out of town playing soccer. After playing pool in the common room with Daniel, John, Henry and Liz, Tess, Sarah, Marshall and I went to the SPA to get food stuffs before going to James' birthday party. When we arrived, there was dancing, quarters, pong and controlled chaos. The three of us ended up escaping the chockablock swelter to the quiet porch where we met some fellows, Andy and Jacob. Suddenly, we saw the living room clear and figured some police action was taking place. Jacob, Marshall and I wandered nonchalantly to the parking lot behind the apartment, sat down at a picnic table and informed Tess and Sarah, who were using the facilities, where we had escaped to.

After sitting there for a while and absorbing Henry into our traveling party, we decided to head back to the dorms where we ran into Sam, another of the guys in the suite across the hall. He invited us to chill in his spacious and well furnished double-dorm. Jacob went home after a bit and K-Thrills (Kevin S.), Taylor and Michael showed up. Again, we chilled until the wee hours. It was highly enjoyable. Tess, Sarah and I went back to their room and were all pleased to crash.

In the morning, I got up before either of my hosts and started in on my reading for the weekend. Once everyone had risen, we ambled to the D-Hall, where we found K-Thrills, Taylor and Henry and joined them in enjoying assorted breakfast foods. Aaand it was back to the dorm for Studious Saturday. I finished my Blacks in Film reading and got a little further in the same drawn out and far reaching reading for American Dreams. In the evening, we found K-Thrills, Taylor, Henry, Kevin, Daniel and Max at the D-Hall and decided to watch a movie after dinner. I had borrowed The Aristocrats from the library, so we all went to the Johnsson Penthouse to get a potent dose of vulgarity.

Afterward, the group got broken up. I was sitting on the green with Liz, Nora and John when I saw some familiar figures walking in the distance. I ran up to find Marshall and Michael getting dragged by some insane theater girls to see I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry at the Skidmore Totally Free Movies series. I saved them from wasting two hours of their life watching that trash and we all went up to raid K-Thrills' dorm where Nerf darting, Wii, Futurama and Cautionary Tales of Swords ensued.

It got late and I needed to get my stuff from Tess and Sarah's room. I went up to the third floor with John and Liz where we found Sarah sitting in the third floor alcove and joined her for some conversation, disrupted once by the HC running around who was trying but failing to effectively help a kid who was probably suffering from alcohol poisoning and again by Patrick, a sopho acquaintance of mine, who came by asked if we'd seen a Mel, picked me up, put me down and left. After a while, I got my stuff and retreated to my room.

This morning, I got up to be productive and all I've done is write a blog entry and get incredibly hungry. I need to do this more often so that entries are not so novel-like in length. OFF TO THE D-HALL!