i cut it close...

whew... made it out of there just before the male stripper showed...

mmm... pink spandex.

this weekend has been a good weekend, very social... almost too social.

i'd been planning to dress up as miss teen north dakota for the saturday night halloween party. i had it all planned out - the costume, that is - but i hadn't really given a whole lot of thought as to where exactly i would be attending this party, or even if there would be a party to attend. i guess i haven't got the patience for those silly details. plus, i always trust in my uncanny ability to unexpectedly and unintentionally stumble into a good situation. it came through last night; my roomies and i got a random invite through sascha to a costume party at ana's, someone i'd met only once before. rachel and i were hot to trot but jane was feeling a bit under the weather and opted to sit that round out.

in the subsequent scramble to put together our costumes, i lost faith in my miss teen north dakota plan, scrapped it, and whipped up an 80s aerobics outfit instead. in retrospect, it was a wise decision; nothing is ever so attractive as hot pink spandex. rachel followed through with her peter pan plans, which turned out well enough, except that she was seriously lacking the peter pan hat with the little feather in the top. it really didn't matter though, because her exclaimations of "second star to the right and straight on till morning!" were vibrant enough to compensate.

oh boy, there's nothing like a phone call to interrupt your train of thought... oh yeah, the party. so it was good to get out and socialize with people outside of my usual little cirlce of friends. i ran into a lot of people i hadn't seen in a long time and one girl that i remembered from frosh because of the really awesome shoes she had. some guy named noah who was dressed as a race car driver spent the evening hitting on sascha, and, to our great astonishment, he called ana this morning to get sascha's number and the two of them are, as i type these very words, on a "date."

the boys downstairs were throwing their very own party last night and it was still going on when we got home. we didn't get an invite in this time, though. so we had to sit in our rooms and feel the floor vibrate under our feet, merely listening to the festivities.

hmm... well i'm boring myself here, and i've got to get my arse down to coloniale for amanda's surprise party, which i'm probably only staying at for an hour, tops. after all, sunday night is study night.

update: 'nuff said.

i don't even know why i make any effort to comment in my poetics class. i'm always either shot down or completely ignored. i haven't a very high opinion of any of my abilities or even my intelligence, but even a completely incompetent idiot deserves more respect than i feel that i'm getting.

ok. i'm still raging inside, but whining about it here isn't going to help matters.

rachel and i were watching a little tv yesterday, and were completely dumbfounded by a taster's choice commercial that came on. it was like the ad agency was attempting to create this highly refined air of sophistication around the coffee and the people who were drinking it. but, why? it's instant coffee. it tastes like shit compared to other coffees, the only thing it has going for it is its speedy preparation. it struck us as an unusually ridiculous and mis-aimed marketing ploy, the rich, sophisticated upper class probably never drink taster's choice. taster's choice is the coffee for the blue-collar, single, working mom driving her kids to soccer practice; taster's choice is the coffee for the lazy bachelor who doesn't feel like washing out the coffee pot each morning. this being the case, why not market to those people instead? i think they'd sell a whole lot more of that terrible coffee.

we also noted that the taster's choice slogan needs re-working. rachel came up with a good one: "Taster's Choice: 'Nuff Said." and then we extended this ingenius slogan to other products: "Corn Flakes: 'Nuff Said," "Cheese: 'Nuff Said," "Vaseline: 'Nuff Said"...

yesterday, on the bus, i watched two little kids dressed up as a renaissance princess and prince play each other at "roche, papier, ciseaux" for about 15 minutes. they were the happiest i've seen any two people at any activity in a very long time, and they were completely unaware that their happiness was spreading through the entire bus. no one could take their eyes off of those kids, even a badass-looking guy at the front of the bus couldn't contain his laughter as he watched them become more and more excited with each round, until they were simultaneously screaming "ROCHE, PAPIER, CISEAUX, LES METS (i think they were saying 'les mets,' not sure though)! ROCHE, PAPIER, CISEAUX, BOILE DE TOILETTE!" and jumping out of their seats. i don't remember my childhood being that incredibly fun. i'm so envious of those two kids, especially their halloween costumes.

simple is good

I think that one of the main reasons why I haven't been updating very much these days is, aside from all this mid-term crap, that I really just can't stand diaryland anymore. And come on, that template with the grapefruit was just hideous - a good idea gone very wrong. This is my second attempt at blogger and they seem to have worked out some of the bugs that frustrated me with the service last time, so hopefully I'll be sticking around.

All right, I'm just about seeing double right now... mid-terms are inhumane instruments of torture. Good night.