A lot to cover. I will try to be brief.

Friday evening at 8, the unveiling of Headquarter 1.5 went down. The upgrade included a projector, christmas lights, and a fuzzy rug. We watched Snakes on a Plane. (Epic.) After the movie was finished, everyone went to the Ad Libs show except Brett and I, who headed to Albany to pick up Mia. We made incredible time and got to the airport really early. Eventually, Mia arrived and we drove back to campus. There wasn't much of anything going on, so we spent some time in Sarah and Tess' room, went to the SPA with Joe, and watched some Venture Bros. Alli had fallen asleep already, so instead of going to the hotel, Mia crashed on our window seat. (Mia, I think you may have left two pairs of socks. I will bring them over Thanksgiving.)

The next morning, I went to the dining hall to switch my shift short notice to the following Saturday. Mia and I had a delicious breakfast, did a quick tour of campus, and went downtown to meet up with Alli and her parents. They treated us to delightful company and a delicious lunch at Scallions. In the hours before the wedding, Mia, Brett, and I went on a beverage run. After stopping on campus to pick up my dress shoes and stockings, we dropped Mia off and returned to Skidmore with our bounty.

In the evening, we gathered again in Sarah and Tess' room before the Ted Leo & The Pharmacists show. The show was pleasant, considering I was in terrible sorts as a result of some social drama, the details of which I don't need to expound. After the show, we headed back to Sarah and Tess'. Sarah and I opened and finished Mia's gift to me... and by Sarah and I, I mean that she spared me from two cups Dixie cups. As a result of the social lubrication, those present (Henry, Joe, Liz, Sarah, Tess, Tyler, and I) talked frankly about nearly everything. I expounded the details of my social drama. It was relieving. Also a little revealing.

The next morning, I got up at 7:45 and went to the dining hall for work, only to realize that I was not fit to work in overwhelming bacon, sausage, and dishroom smells. I apologized once again and agreed to make it up the following weekend. I returned to my room, slept until eleven, jumped rope for thirty minutes, took a shower, and decided it was time for breakfast. En route to food, I noticed Tess sitting in her window. We communicated, mostly through sign language, and agreed to meet in the dining hall. We had a quiet meal.

At breakfast, I got a call from Mia, who was planning to go to Uncommon Grounds with Alli and Aeb. I met them downtown and got some hot apple cider. It was nice to see and talk about State College people. The time for Alli and Mia to leave for the airport drew near, so we returned to the hotel, picked up their things, and waited for their ride. Aeb and I sent them off, then said our goodbyes. I walked back to campus, dreading the five-page art history draft that I had put off for the entire weekend.

Even after getting back on campus, the paper didn't seem to take priority. I took some time to resolve my social drama (which included a consultation/stress relief visit to Sarah and Tess), procrastinated until dinner time, procrastinated after dinner, and finally started my paper around eleven. It went pretty well; I went to sleep around 1:30 and finished the conclusion in the morning.

On Monday, between Art History and Visual Concepts, I finished my drawing/painting for the latter. The class was mostly a critique session, which was relieving. I was not in the mood to stand around and make anything. In the dish room, I was greeted again with open praise. Bill is a good booster of esteem and morale. I did most of my readings for the next day and stayed up much later than I should have trying to write a really wordy paragraph for English.

Tuesday night, I did absolutely nothing and went to sleep absurdly early. (Unfortunately, congestion and dehydration kept me from sleeping very well.) My enrollment opened at 8 o'clock on Wednesday morning, so I got up in time to snag the openings in the classes I wanted. My classes for next semester are looking good: Color (prerequisite art course, required for Visual Communications), Elementary French, Sociology of Japan, Deconstructing Britain, and a one-credit, freshman colloquia about sequential narrative art called Super Heroes to Anxiety Attacks.

After Art History class, I scribbled out four sketches for Visual Concepts, during which we worked on our milkweed drawings. I was in a bad mood, but when my professor put on the Magnetic Fields' 69 Love Songs, I was glad to realize what kind of day it was. I ran into Sarah, Tess, Brett, and Joe in the dining hall, which was a nice change of pace for my pre-work early dinners. While washing dishes, Tyler texted, asking whether I was going to watch South Park. I called him back after my shift and we agreed to meet in Jonsson Tower to find a TV.

Until ten o'clock, I dutifully studied for my Art History quiz. Taylor stopped by for a visit. We exchanged pleasantries and I excused myself to go meet Tyler, who I found on a bench outside of Jonsson with Brett, enjoying the mild weather. We watched the hilarious episode in Brett's room and then went our separate ways. The rest of the evening was devoted to class readings. I was impressed with my resolve and that I was actually getting things done.

That brings me to today which, thus far, brings no anecdotes. I have that Art History quiz in forty minutes, after which the bulk of my academic work before Thanksgiving will be complete. I'm so ready for this vacation to start.

So much for being brief.

EDIT: Since I deleted my Facebook account, I've been thinking about creating a hub for my internet activities. I've started a personal website at 100mb.com and hope to work on it over this coming vacation and the next. The blog will be linked in as part of the site, which I hope will also be connected to a photo host, my YouTube favorites page, and other things.

Also, a link for your enjoyment: The Superest. Start at the first hero and click through to today. If you like it, put the RSS feed in your bookmarks bar! I love Kevin Cornell's work.