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So it's true I have to study more for my last final tomorrow... especially since it's Technology & Society, and I can hardly stand to be away from my textbook for more than an hour. Unfortunately, the DJ called, and it's urgent. Well, not really... as a matter of fact, I updated to confirm my prediction that Phil and I would get into a fight. Ding-ding-ding, I heart being prophetic.
This time around, Phil dropped by just to hang before we left for winter break... and even though I suggested we do something other than pointlessly comb facebook for gay guys, Phil was on my computer in less than three minutes doing the usual clicking and bitching. He had me sit on his lap (which is routine by this point), and during the facebooking, he made some stupid comment, and I nudged him. I don't even know why I dared to touch the king, because he looked back at me and said, "STOP IT," like I was hardcore invading his space. Sir, you requested that I sit on your lap. Anyway, after he bitched at me, I nudged him harder, except jokingly, and then he moved back on the chair and DROPPED me on the ground! In disbelief, I stood up, turned around, and said, "Hey, how about we do something else besides pointlessly search facebook?" Phil goes, "Well, what else is there to do?" That's basically the reason we shouldn't be friends, right there. I suggested we just talk, and he said we'd already talked about everything. After some more yelling and him asking me, "What do you want from me, Louis?" he left, but not before I said, "And by the way, thanks for telling me I needed to work out. Bitch."
That referred to two days ago, when I ran into Phil in the Stanley lounge, and we stayed up until 5 basically talking about Phil. As Phil and I lay all over each other, massaging one another (yep, we do that too), he told me, "You should work out," as well as, "I hate your hair when it's... fucking flat," and then he meticulously poofed it up to match his vision. "See, it's almost hot this way."
God, who fucking cares... what a way to top off the semester.
The other day I had my semester-ending trip to Chili's with Alyssa. After our waitress fucking TRICKED US into a six-dollar appetizer, we broke down Fall 2005 into our favorite segments. Alyssa remains such a key figure in my college experience... when we were talking about missing The Wonder Years recently, I said, "Um, I miss it so much, I'm parched for it." And she said, "Yeah, I'm chafed!" There she is... that is totally my Alyssa. We dropped by Barnes & Noble too, and we marveled at the incredible amount of Sudoku books. Are there really hoards of people dying to put numbers in boxes? I must be completely out of touch with people. I could've sworn we were all watching Viva La Bam a few minutes ago.
Headed to Starbucks with Maggie, Kinzy, and the soon-to-depart Kristina... I spilled coffee on myself, but other than that, a quiet chucklefest ensued, and everyone was dreamy. We stopped at an outdoorsy store called Active Endeavors on the way back home, and guess what, North Face jacket company, I am so sick of your bullshit. You can't fool me; your creations are secretly ugly and three steps down from Kohl's jackets... and I should know because I have a Kohl's jacket. I am not paying a hundred bucks to look like I love to go camping in one of your cheap-ass coats. Watch your back, North Face, I'll whip out a Daily Iowan exposé on your tricks, and then where will you be? That's right, right in the theater section of the paper where you belong.
Finals thus far have been a breeze. History of Theatre and, surprisingly, Legal & Ethical have been pretty simple. Granted, the night before my Legal test, I didn't sleep the whole night, which is such a departure for me. I am so attached to sleeping, it is like I'm a stoner. Seriously, just without the Taco Bell. I'm glad I dragged myself through reviewing the study guide again and again... I still have a chance to get that A.
Moving on, winter break is so upon us. I was thinking about it today, and it's weird, because I'm not pining to go home so much. Not like life here is anything to rave about, but home life seems so stagnant and purposeless. I mean, I can't wait to see my family... Christmastime will surely be an affair to remember... but other than seeing my dearly missed friends, I just know I'll get back to feeling cooped up. I've been telling people it's my mission to do new things this break and hang out with new people, even though I'm not quite sure how that will happen. I look forward to seeing Andy from Coal City, because hopefully his online spunkiness translates to real life. I also look forward to gaining money... though that definitely means UPC-pounding at Chipain's. Pays $6.50 an orgasm, I always say. That's right, I have them hourly.
I need to get back to studying... even though I'm tempted to have my own private karaoke night given that my roomie Zak has already gone home. He fucking appealed his ejection from the dorms, and now he's staying for good. Can we fucking believe this? I'd been talking to the guy set to move in as Zak's replacement, and I was totally digging him, and then Dances With Stoners had to fuck it up. I will talk more about this when I'm not raising a cynical eyebrow at the study guides sitting to my right.
But anyway, thanks for reading this abrupt entry... I am in love with y'all, so that's good... and as usual, you are gazing starry-eyed at your wall-length murals of me. So it's kind of like your unhealthy obsession is requited. Congrats! I will see you in Lemont... until then, I'm a finalize these finals.
They call me Kandy Kane in Vegas, xoxo,
Louis.
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