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It was the first truly cold day of the year. It merited a heavy long sleeved shirt. Typical boring school day, so we instantly head forward to the evening. The night began when Bree IMed me. After a few days of not being on, her presence was a welcome. Talking to her is always a pleasant thing. However, the night gets credited to my good friend who now is up at SUNY Albany. Of all places, we first met working at McDonalds. The rest is history. I really miss her a lot. She was one of the few people who kept my sanity while we both worked in that swill. Together we managed to survive the rigors of deep fat frying...she wasn't there for 2 years like I was, but one day is enough. So, the plan is this...she comes down to NP for Columbus Day weekend. We party at a bar in town. The objective: get me (and her) drunk. Hopefully my natural Irish tolerance will come in handy. Maybe I should for the sake of argument. Whatever. All I care about is fun times. We've known each other for a short time, but I love her dearly. This'll be great. Albany is a little over an hour from here, due north. Hell, I could hop on a bus and head up there! I've never been to Albany. Whatever. Catie and Dave have gone up to Saratoga for the night, celebrating someone's 21st birthday. Hangovers tomorrow, woot! But it isn't the weekend yet...so it goes.

In the P.R.'s office.

Topic: a recap of yesterday's exploits.

It was Tuesday, but felt strangely like a Monday...I did not want to get out of bed at all. Not even Sociology seemed appealing. My bed did, though. To sleep...perchance, to dream...such is me. In choir, our bass section was reduced to 2. Egon was sleeping (again), and we got a lot done. Mozart, apparently, wrote the fugue to end all fugues in his Mass in C-minor, Jesu Christe. I still hold to a firm belief that Mozart was drunk when he wrote the tenor parts. I find that I may have to punch myself in the groin to hit those appallingly high notes. They don't call them "castrati" for nothing. Yesterday at dinner, I saw the rest of the posse after noticing Wyatt getting his fill on arcade Soul Caliber (lucky find, finding those free credits in there!) Back upstairs anon, up with the posse and the usual dinner hilarity ensued, bwahaha. Although at dinner, I found myself getting internally pissed at Dave, for I had heard some more about his sexual escapades of late. I swear, sometimes I want to punch his face in. Doesn't he have any shred of moral decency? Pick one girl and stay with her. Never mind this promiscuity, this multiple fooling around. I can sympathize with Wyatt on this one. After all, he has found a girl he loves dearly, and I wish them all the best, and so I offer another insight: as the level of chocolate goes up, the happier Michelle will be.

After dinner, I went to the computer lab to do homework, then I took my CDs and headed for Esopus, equipped with CD-Rs to make my Final Fantasy Compilation CDs for Bree, Carolyn, and myself. But first, a party in the P.R.'s office...Wyatt's office. Julio came, as did Brian and Big Bear. Later on Nick would join us as Julio and Brian tried to put the idea of turning Wyatt's office into a sex room. I liked the idea, but Wyatt didn't agree...he was too busy brandishing a foam axe and PVC pipe. I go to Nick's dorm to create my CDs. Dave (by himself, a shock!) was playing a Star Wars game. Soon afterwards, Julio and Brian came. Kat showed up, telling us how much she is magnetically attracted to Dave's room. Soon I made my exit to go pester Wyatt down in the Esopus computer room, where some more hilarity ensued. His other half Michelle came in a little later, and we headed to Oscar's. Then all hell broke loose.

The jokes flew and I had successfully had Wyatt looking in total shock when I let loose a Robin Williams joke. Michelle enjoyed it, but Wyatt stood there in open-mouthed shock. So I pulled out the cell phone camera and had to take that pic. We were there for a good hour, then we went back to my dorm at Deyo. We parted ways and the Michelle/Wyatt unit headed back. She left and I hid my ATM card...she may find it and overdraw my account with a $5,683 bill from Godiva, Ghiradelli, and Lindt for gallons, truckloads of chocolate while I lie in my bed, duct-taped, Michelle laughing maniacally, poor Wyatt huddled on the corner of Michelle's bed screaming for his mommy and pulling out the cross on her. I suddenly find myself wanting to write a story...but anyway...by now it was almost 1 AM, and I was requested to stop in the suite next door, for Larisa wanted to study some prime US History with me. Julia was there, and both of them broke out in song..."to the window! To the wall!" Then Julia throws an image of flying penises at me, which caps the night. By now, it's almost 2 AM, and I pass out within a few minutes. Now it's time for breakfast, ha ha.