I feel very bloggy recently. I also feel very much like smoking a cigarette and cuddlin', but I find the stronger urge is the one that is less easily fufilled. This, however, is good, because I haven't felt very much into anything recently.

I went to the Religion Department's EOYG (parties, appareantly, are undevotional) and spent a fair amount of time talking with Dom and a girl I've have a few classes with, Amanda. Talking to people about college depresses me. Not because I dislike it, because honestly it's not been that bad recently, but because I don't really have plans after it that involve it. I want to live in my own place with a job I don't take home, alone but near enough to friends. Honestly, that's really about it. I'm going to join a monastery after I graduate but my finishing college before I go is contradictory to the whole renuncitory thing anyway.

I had a brief converstion with Berky-Berk, who just got his tenure. Congratulations to him, he deserves it very much so. But since I heard about this on the tail end of remembering that I have no future, it really didn't inspire me. I was speaking with Dom about it in the car afterwards and he actually didn't try to cheer me up with triteisms. It was the best things someone could do, I suppose. Or show me the future.

Best day ever. Best day ever. Well not best day but really good. Two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Going from a gay bar (gay bar, gay bar) to nighttime gay activites to haning out with gays to a gay men's chrus concert tot he gay afterparty is allegorically like taking fingers up your A for the first time. White Party, here I come. (For those of you who know what the White Party is, don't worry, I'd rather kill puppies than go.) But after spending so much time in the pink I understand why crazy tourist ladies feel a need to say things like this:
Tourist: (seeing Derek reading Lavender): So you're not going to procreate your species?
Derek: Um,... no.
T: It's probably a blessing to God. It's not like you can shoot a baby our your ass.
D: ...No.
T: What would you know about childbirth? (beat) You're not a woman.

All this after she felt a need to tell us about her recent soybean oil regement. For her skin. She seemed so lovely. But what really made me laugh was how she'd punch choice words, like "ass" and "not". I also wonder why she felt a need to reassure Derek he was not a woman.