Once again, a hell of a weird couple of days.
Started with some good scholarly research. Then a bonfire to celebrate the good scholarly research, in which I burned the OLD research. Then, a small ritualized prayer that turned into a coincidence too weird to be coincidental.
Then, some nice academic stuff. That was the low point of things.
Did I mention the sex workshop? That was fun. I don't think I really learned much though. Practice is so much more effective than theory. Though the workshop was inspiring. I miss Norman.
Then, an evening of watching short plays in the Communications building. Reminded me of the CSF Comedy Troupe a little bit. Twice, I had tears rolling down my cheeks I was laughing so hard. My favorite two dweebs who live on my floor, Douglass and Ziller, threw in a joke just for me. It involved John Foster Dulles and spit. You would've had to've been there. But I still laughed my ass off.
THEN, after the show, the kids decided to get drunk -- I joined in, but discovered that the drink I'd concocted was really nasty, so I just dealt with a little bit of a buzz. Somehow, at the height of that buzz, I found myself being made into a human punching bag for Douglass and Ziller, who decided to demonstrate their knowledge of martial arts on me. I guess I was a willing victim, but my neck still hurts...
All of this and it's only Friday night...
I think I'm going to hide in my room this weekend. I can't deal with much more activity of this caliber. Hell, I'm too tired to even write about any of the preceding with any particular flair, much less participate in anything further...
Yours, exhaustedly...
~Helena*
PS -- Found out from my R.A. conclusively that if I marry a Washington state resident, I become a Washington state resident... Which would theoretically mean that if I did so, I'd have a couple grand to pay back in loans instead of a hundred grand or whatever... Tempting, but still kind of a scary idea. Besides, who the fuck would I marry?
PPS -- Okay, now that I've utterly depressed myself with THAT paragraph, I'm going to bed.