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Andy fixed the freezer awhile ago, but we haven't put anything in it yet.
I've been eating nothing but whatever I con mooch at lunch, a Sam's hotdog&popsicle every afternoon and oatmeal at night for the last week or so. I couldn't eat all of the salad I got when we went to Katz's. I think my stomach's shrunk.
Biking to school is going quite well. I like being able to come home when I want, though it takes annoyingly long to get there on Mondays and Wednesdays for Rice after spending 15 minutes or so hanging with my junior-boy-harem.
Speaking of which, I may as well elaborate. I seem to have acquired friends this year. Tony has long, deep (or dirty) AIM conversations with me, Ellis seeks me out to help him with stuff or just to talk to so he doesn't look stupid, Wes sits next to me in ensembles and discusses projects with great insight. Reggie, though a sophomore, is playing Rimsky-Korsakov to my Borodin and orchestrating/embellishing my opera. Look at that. I have a harem of junior boys.
Oh, and the opera. It may actually happen. If it does, you're ALL COMING. I don't care if you're failing everything and had a death in the family. You're seeing my opera. There will be more than one performance if there are any at all. I will not only write it, but perform in it. You'd BETTER come.
That reminds me, Spaghetti Supper is October 14th. Tickets are $7 if you buy them in advance, and I have to sell 10. Spread the word. This is the last year for you people to try this thing. You missed the real Madrigal Dinner sophomore year (except Nia, thank you muchly), and there will be a very diminished one this year (if one at all), so Spaghetti Supper is your best bet for the PVA experience before you go away forever. Plus, not all of my harem will be at the pseudoMadrigal Dinner.
Loff you all. Talk to me. Watch me perform. I need attention.
I've been eating nothing but whatever I con mooch at lunch, a Sam's hotdog&popsicle every afternoon and oatmeal at night for the last week or so. I couldn't eat all of the salad I got when we went to Katz's. I think my stomach's shrunk.
Biking to school is going quite well. I like being able to come home when I want, though it takes annoyingly long to get there on Mondays and Wednesdays for Rice after spending 15 minutes or so hanging with my junior-boy-harem.
Speaking of which, I may as well elaborate. I seem to have acquired friends this year. Tony has long, deep (or dirty) AIM conversations with me, Ellis seeks me out to help him with stuff or just to talk to so he doesn't look stupid, Wes sits next to me in ensembles and discusses projects with great insight. Reggie, though a sophomore, is playing Rimsky-Korsakov to my Borodin and orchestrating/embellishing my opera. Look at that. I have a harem of junior boys.
Oh, and the opera. It may actually happen. If it does, you're ALL COMING. I don't care if you're failing everything and had a death in the family. You're seeing my opera. There will be more than one performance if there are any at all. I will not only write it, but perform in it. You'd BETTER come.
That reminds me, Spaghetti Supper is October 14th. Tickets are $7 if you buy them in advance, and I have to sell 10. Spread the word. This is the last year for you people to try this thing. You missed the real Madrigal Dinner sophomore year (except Nia, thank you muchly), and there will be a very diminished one this year (if one at all), so Spaghetti Supper is your best bet for the PVA experience before you go away forever. Plus, not all of my harem will be at the pseudoMadrigal Dinner.
Loff you all. Talk to me. Watch me perform. I need attention.
