Well, it is now possible to post comments on this website: click on the funny numbers that say "undefined." it's a temporary situation; I will try to redo the format so that it all looks prettier. I'm still holding onto reblogger in case it starts working again, so that I don't lose all the old comments. Maybe that's a bad idea. I don't know where all these Âs came from. Any ideas?

So Nori promptly e-mailed me to tell me that I'm crazy. I know I am, except that I'm not really seriously considering taking that schedule. Do I really want to take Biology? Do I really want to take CogSci or Anth? The best advice I have for choosing classes is to do lots of shopping, so that's what I'm going to do. Maybe sit in on Patterns, or Phil, or even Music 12. I get to talk to my advisor about all this tomorrow morning!

Today started out mediocre and became much nicer as it progressed. It's getting colder - there was a frost yesterday, I forgot to mention that - I'm still excited by sweaters even a few years after discovering them. I should get some new ones. Anyone planning to go underwear shopping for Alison's birthday? Just a thought. I got up early enough, but because of arguing (rrgh) with Ester about photos for the invitation I was about ten minutes late to French. I didn't too so well on the quiz today I think - not poorly, but worse than I easily could have done with a little more thought and preparation. Syntax was once again enjoyable and amusingly frustrating. It gave me that warm feeling. I asked Kari if IS&S would just make me more annoyed, and she laughed and encouraged me to take it. Elena was sick and falling asleep, poor gel, funny how friendships go in cycles in my life, depending on minor factors I end up spending lots of time with someone one week and none at all the next.

I ran into Becca and Ester, and we more or less agreed to use the "compromising position" pictures rather than the "depressed" one - Ester fraternizing with Judy and Joel and Bec posed with the vibrator, with the caption "Life gets lonely out here at the barn..." I spent the next two and a half hours fighting with Photoshop to make the invitations. They finally came out, quite nicely, with a nice little map drawn by Ester and an elaborate four-sided fold-over design. Now we just have to photocopy them. Of course that ate up a sizable chunk of my afternoon, and after a mondo cheesadilla and another tortilla wrap-up thingy, I got to reading. I only had about 75 pages of M&D to read today, so I took the luxury of falling asleep for about an hour and a half. Good choice I think.

Dinner was ready at 5:45 as promised - potato soup much improved by salt and pepper, and nummy acorn squash. The guests outnumbered the hosts for the first time in a long while: (sexpot) Maria Alvarez, who is friendlier to me than ever, Sorelle Friedler, Jaime Yassif, and Bengal Ynker, who I had not seen in days. We discussed party plans, Jewishness, the Murder City Devils, and how we met. Jaime mentioned Ferdydurke, a Polish theater performance taking place in an hour, and after doing the dishes, calling my mom (talked about classes and movies; Alex recieved his first patent) and reading a fragment of the massive history assignment, I went to it. The show was very enjoyable and as bizarre as had been advertised - lots of fart noises and other body humor, hilarious classroom scenes ("how can it enrapture me if I am not enraptured?" "great poetry, being great and being poetry, cannot help but enrapture us!"), lots of talk about faces/mugs, sex/innocence, lads/guys, and fraternizing with stable-boys and college girls - all on a minimalist set, performed by four burly polish men with thick accents that added immensely to the effect of the performance. It would be almost redundant to see it performed in Polish - which Liza did in Poland this summer. I finished the reading for M&D, and, being in Parrish, went barefoot to floor 2 to ask Ali for a ride to the Plan concert on Sunday (I'm on the guest list, thanks to surprisingly nice Jessica Hopper), then accompanied her and Brigid on a vending machine raid. Then to Tango (probably a bad decision), where Lindsey (Lindsey, fool, not Laura) admonished me for being late, was soft. At one point I thought we were progressing in those lessons, but now I'm not so sure. Still fun though. Came home to Joel hammering cables to the wall and Ester ecstatic, IMing across the apartment with Rebecca. She helped me with the comments thing, shrugged off history reading. I'm going to try to tackle some of it now. Like I always say, it's almost the weekend. Listening to the new Merrick, which is louder.

Goodbye champagne and the caviar set
I want to slum and drink all of the rum I can get