My best friend spoiled Sirius Black's death for me before I got a chance to read Order of the Phoenix. That was in 2002. I still won't let her hear the end of it.

   

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Movie night on the grassy knoll turned out to be movie night in the lounge, which was exceptionally unromantic, so we, being me, old roomie D and her new roomie W, walked around aimlessly, then were joined by my new roomie B which turned into and epic game of Taboo on the balcony into the wee hours of the night.

Awkward moment of the night: A girl and a guy walked out onto the balcony. We asked them if they wanted to join in on our game. Then B said, "but you don't have to of course, we don't want to interrupt your date..." LOL. The way the two vehemently denied being a couple was very amusing. I anounced "awkward moment!" and we chortled over the funny for a bit, then recommenced our game of unspeakable fun. I live for these things.

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And there you have it. I want to take a DeCal or seminar, but they fill up pretty fast and I couldn't find anything I was super interested in. Maybe archery? I know I want to take SwingCal next semester.
I'm applying for a work-study job as an art studio lab assistant. I spent half the night working on my resume and cover letter. It looks good, methinks. Wish me luck.
I'll be more involved in the MSA this year and I want to join Calcorps too. So much to do. Too lazy to pick my arse up and do it.

I did tango last night ;]

I have the tendency to simmer and stew during difficult situations (in which, say, harsh words are being exchanged by opposing parties), while I think of a hundred brilliant things I could say that would cease their arguments, or, at least put out the worst of the flames. I rehearse my lines well in my mind, edit and reenact my delivery, their expressions, and so on. But very rarely do I actually say anything. Sometimes I wonder if it's the fear of looking stupid, or just the fact that I spend so much time mulling my thoughts over that everyone's done before I muster up the courage to speak up. There have been plenty of times when a simple, non-eloquent "shut up!" would have done, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it because I had to have the timing perfect but missed the moment every time. Always, I continue to replay the events long after they've ended, chewing over the words unsaid until I reach a  point where I re-realize I sound wittier in my head. My abandoned words stagnate, and churn slowly every now and then whenever I stir up that bitter taste of disappointment again.

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