so much for time. [to write, and so on.] today has felt so much like a friday. i don't know why. friday means relief and a mellowing, but it's also a day of anticipation, and the endless endless possilibities of a weekend. yesterday felt like a friday too, though it was monday, because we were getting away at the end of it. today felt like friday, but it is a tuesday, and in the end i have to finish up some work for tomorrow.

the previous two days were not dominated by assassins for me, not in the way that a week and a half of last semester was. but it was a presence on campus, undeniably, woven around my accomplishments (buying plane tix for thanksgiving, contacting folks about cbs, practicing and listening.)

at sunday brunch (why does it open so sort of late?) multiple people made attempts, providing much amusement. a kill in the library. i tried the sun lab a few times for my target, on the off chance that her saying she'd be there was neither a ruse nor a set-up. i talked to some people about it on the phone, maybe being less than circumspect.

i didn't have to deal with any attempts on my rear, even after i figured out who was after me.

actually, that knowledge let me avoid involvement even further - i decide against making a move at my first and only potential opportunity thus far (except maybe breakfast), because i figured it would be too risky. turned out i was right - if i had been there, chances are good that a full string of five (s>a>e>r>z) could have collapsed to one in a fell swoop. as it was, the man i had been counting on to save my peace of mind (and piece of ass) for the even was unable to pull through.

so i tried again. i was checking the lines of communication throughout the day - before and after french (in which we seem to be doing a unit on music videos), yoga (super ham+butt stretches on the wall), and composers (a quiz that i did well despite, and some great performances i was sorry not to participate in) - but only learned of the morning's tragedy at T minus 30 for NYC. luckily class ended 15m early; I ran into rose, who told me about sam. he was working at kcb, and told me about shargie. he was out shopping when i called, but when i called again 20m later (under the pretext, and after having legitimately, called hannah who had sadly changed her mind) maria got him on the phone, and he apparently drove over to the parking lot in time but never came out of the bushes. what was he thinking?! that was my deathblow right there!

of course it was hopeless to think i could evade ester for the whole ny trip. at least, i wasn't interest in expending the mental energy it would have required. so. out again. i made it further than well over half of the players, which was my original objective for this game (actually, i wanted to last the first week too - i figured those goals would be roughly equal, but this game is going ridiculously fast.) some distinct new trends: people tended to know who their attackers were much earlier than normal; the assignments were viciously inbred among friend-circles; everyone's using armor, which i personally feel is somewhat cheap, and could perhaps be outlawed next semester to interesting effect; folks are concentrating their efforts on taking out their assailants rather than their (to use s's term) objects. some of these are related.

tueday, after class, i read about man ray. sort of - less about him than i'd expected or would have made my job easier. lunch with the gal, and it started to hail, as i mentioned in my last post. i sang "give me another chance" as i crossed the courtyard. i visited joel and we listened to the cbgbs tape. i mailed in my absentee ballot application, i pulled slides, i wrote about noise (i'll put it here soon i guess).

i was in the mood for a really good dinner, and sharples came through. despite it being cheesesteak bar, there was culinary majestry in the air - subtle and succulent catfish, broccoli stirfry, corn pudding, tomatoes provencal, salad and orange juice. mmmm. just the thing for a rainy night. i came back and read in my room, falling asleep at the end of an article. and i woke to find myself in a kiss, which is the best possible way to wake up. that's what happens when i leave my door open.

licorice tea, six parts seven, and ske are all working their magic now, and i am sooo sleepy. sooo sleepy.

you better watch out
you better not cry
you better behave
i'm telling you why:

t-rex
is coming to town
tyrannosaurus rex
is coming to town