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I'm sitting in the library. Just now some people (not students) came in to see some art that's in the pit (it's right below my desk) and were talking more loudly than a whisper. I wanted to punch them. Making noise in the library is looked down upon so hard. I'm surprised they let dunx and I share a desk. We must be the loudest desk ever. Once, I squealed.

Today was so beautiful. I wish I could have spent less of it in the fundome. Such is life.

Last night I went to the pool hall formal. I wasn't going to find myself a date and dunx wanted me to go so he took me instead of Katie, who brought IAMAGOLDFISH, who managed to get hammered before their first game. Dunx and I played some great pool, and then I started to get cranky and I couldn't hold my left hand still right and we lost this game we could have easily won had I not fucked up on the 8 and then I got super cranky. We probably wouldn't have won the tournament, but we would have been up there had it not been for me playing like shit. I think my problem was that I played angry.

But we all know that it's not whether you win or lose, but how good you look while doing it, and god help me if I'm wrong, but I was the finest piece of tail in that joint. Well, except for maybe Katie, who is possibly the most delightful and beautiful woman with whom I've ever had the pleasure of being friends.