A sun-drenched Friday afternoon, and I strode through it with Shuggie Otis in my hand and the Dismemberment Plan in my teeth. I actually wore birkenstocks today, and a t-shirt, and November's half gone. I carried a sweatshirt jacket on my shoulder, but I didn't need it, in fact I dropped it somewhere in Sharples I think. And I'm not accomplishing anything, but isn't our societal obsession with accomplishment a little bit arbitrary anyway?

I wrote three pages to Alyssa last night, and ended them on an inconclusive note - I'll have to just put a few more sentences down and sign it, so that it feels more like an ending. I'm typing up some song notes for Creds, which I finally got back. I just need to make a cover and copy another invitation and it'll be ready to go.

I spent some time in Ali, Brigid, and Elizabeth's room last night, for part of which Cadelba and Sorelle were also there. They make triple living work well, but I can't help wondering about it. All three of them can be quite silly, and that's fine, but I've never known Elizabeth to be not silly, whereas the other two, individually, are easier to connect with on other levels. When they're all together, the silliness dominates, hers if not all of theirs, and it can be hard to move beyond that. That group, and actually the whole octet, are so close that I sometimes find it difficult to be friends with any one of them individually in a significant way. Not that it isn't great to be around them in group settings. The conversation last night was more about sex than it usually is - all jokily of course. They all joked about not getting any; Brigid had to stand up for her heterosexuality. Apart from Kara, I don't know of any of the eight having had a serious relationship here at Swarthmore, and it's hard to imagine for most of them, just because it would infringe so much on the group as a whole. Unlike lots of girl groups which center themselves around relationships with others, theirs is very much focused on their friendship with each other. Which is healthy I guess, but in some ways perhaps not so much.

I finally got a decent amount of sleep last night (at least eight hours), and got to lay around in bed for a while afterwards. I went to Sharples for lunch again for the express purpose of finding someone with a car to take me to Genuardi's. No luck, but I did enjoy the social scene of course; interactions with Gerrit, Maria, Stef, Claudia, Heather, and others. Convergence this weekend: two of Ester's friends and one of Rebecca's will be here, and Bobby is coming Sunday (!) I'm going to do some cleaning, I guess, if not any shopping. Tentative list of things to serve tomorrow:

Lemon Squares
Nanaimo Bars
Artichoke Dip
Fruits and Cheeses
Chex Mix
Vegan Cookies/Bars (Rebecca)
Diet Coke

Should probably figure out something about alcohol too. Hey you, if you haven't already, RSVP.

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