one week from tomorrow!

midnight breakfast. everyone you've never seen before comes out for this.

they gave us slap bracelets (mine is leopard-print), disposable cameras, and damp waffles. and this satisfied the masses.

somehow, this makes me feel better. like, if all these ridiculous kids, these freaks and these hipsters, the gamers and geeks, who will NEVER get laid except by their own kind, if they can manage it, i can too. my problem at slc has never been that i'm too strange, but that i'm not strange enough. i love it here in freakville. and they graduate and get jobs and study abroad and take out loans and fall in love and don't do their homework and slack as bad as me. and they're doing pretty well for themselves.

wally (whose full name is wallace good the third, i shit you not), threw a frisbee, tracy picked it up and promptly aimed it at a tree. wally pulled TWO replacements from his messenger bag and tossed those for cover while he went in after the original. how cool is that? who carries backup frisbees?

today i was described as having "sauciness." to be saucy is my goal in life. it really is.

also i got a picture of the girls i made out with, one of whom is now mad at me for not describing her as a great kisser.