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I spent all day in the math lounge yesterday except for when I went to the math talk (which was beautiful, and I think one of my favorite parts was when dunx said "intellectual man crush") and then ate dinner. So let's see... it was about 7 hours in there. So dunx and I decide that we should go to the pub and have some beers and some food and play some pool and just relax in general because 7 hours in the math lounge got us almost exactly nowhere. So we go back to our rooms and before we can leave again dunx gets a call from Chan. Instead of going to the pub and chilling out, we head downtown to... aw fuck, I'm totally drawing a blank, but anyway, we go downtown. Chan buys us drinks. There are a lot of people there I don't know. Haha, oh yeah, Chan totally spilled vodka all over his lap. More people buy me drinks. Tequila. Chan makes me come with him to the bathroom (where did everyone go? I think they went to the bathroom. I want to go to the bathroom too). He helps me remember some german. He's a linguistics guy, and it's hot. Chan is hot all around, and he's so fucking sweet, he's like sweet hot mustard, or sweet chili sauce. None of the other guys in the bathroom seem bothered. I go back with him again later. Again, no one seems troubled. Sometime later I go with Chan and dunx to the bathroom and use the ladies' room, then walk into the men's room to CHAN PRESSING DUNX UP AGAINST THE WALL WITH HIS TONGUE IN HIS MOUTH. It is, point of fact, the hottest thing I have seen since... well, I don't remember Hot Shower 1 & 7/8 that much, but I think it was hotter than that. Of course, the only time I'm stoked to be in the men's bathroom is the time I get busted for it. Goddammit. Chan's gay... but he still probably would have given me the action. You can't not give hot people the action. I don't remember when we finally left, but dunx had to give people rides home. Were we in NE? I don't remember, I was very unhappy at this point and my tummy hurt and I was dizzy and nauseated and dunx made some bad driving moves and it made me nervous. According to the log I got to bed a little after 3:30. Now... now... well, I skipped my first class today and am skipping my dance class. I need a shower. I have to be prepped for the beer garden tonight. Then tomorrow I'm going to steak and tits and then to play the ponies with Plastic, who, by the way, you should go congradulate for finishing his rough draft. GO! Go congradulate him! If I come home and don't see any comments in his journal other than mine, you guys are fired.