Did you know that RM has a..Dragon's Heart Gaming Club... what?? I saw the ad in the upper English hallway. It sounds like a D&D club or something. You know it has to be when the ad reads "bring a love for fantasy and adventure" and written in that really campy "medieval" Diablo font.. Either that or Magic.

BTW, speaking of ads, I think that when we're considering what plays to put on, we should come up with plays that have titles that aren't easily turned into obscenities. Sort of how last year there were a bunch of drama posters for the nonexistant plays, "Fags," now we have a bunch of posters promoting, "Splendor in the Ass." I don't know who these people are.. while I was rather offended by the first conversion, this year I sort of admire their ingenuity.

New Fine Lines ads are up with photo-realistic outlines of people I know. It's creepy. I went to Fine Lines yesterday for the first time. Like English class, it seems rather pretentious.

Oh, what a beautiful day. I've never seen the sky so blue in quite a while.

The Fall Concert went quite well. Amazing, CC didn't look as bad in the outfits as I thought we would. I think that everyone, madrigals included, thought their outfits were really bad, but nothing was really that ugly. It was my first choral concert, so that was interesting. Much like Becker was at plays, Frezzo is really spastic...

Madrigals were awesome, but Testostertones were the life of the party. Much to do with Seth quasi-stripping. I think they'd make an awesome boy band, because they're cute and have this thing called... talent.

Went to Music Club, which was just Madrigals rehearsing. Despite my ever-present urges to strangle them, I honestly do respect them wholeheartedly. At risk of sounding like Emma, they're among the few performers I've heard that can stir up (septic waste from) my wells of emotion. There's something in the collective sound of human voices that makes me want to expand beyond myself, and something that in more superstitious times, and still now, made human beings think of God and believe. As Meg brought up, Amazing Grace for the bagpipes does it too (though she never mentioned the God part). I think maybe our generation misses out from not listening to live music anymore.

And Testostertones. Don't forget the Testostertones. I was listening to them, muffled, through the door.

Andrew recanted his statement from last Monday's rehearsal, saying he never once claimed to have played the bagpipes. Jen and I having both heard him say it, we ladies didst protest too much. We finally came to the compromise that he said "yes" to one of my incessant questions without actually knowing what he was giving his affirmation to.

Book weirdness continues as, after I had borrowed ALex's AROOO and then lost it, causing me to give him my copy to use, he has lost his copy of River Between, causing him to come to my house to get my copy. If he loses it, we'll be even.

I have this reverse anti-Semitism thing going on. I respect Jews a great deal more than I respect Christians.

Although it is essentially the same thing, I view female circumcision with a great deal more horror than I do castration.

It may just be my gender bias, but female circumcision is not so similar to castration as it is like scraping out the inside of your rectum with a rusty screwdriver. With castration, you go CHOPPY! and it's done.

Much as I dislike Christianity and imperialism and The White Man and everything, I must say...
No pity.