Whhheee! Tey, the Amazon, & I went to St. Mark's last night. I'd never been there before which seems pretty amazing since I used to wander in that area all the time first semester. Only now I realize I wasn't paying attention to stops on the subway and consequently have no idea what stop we got off on other than it was on the L line. I probably wasn't the best of company anyway what with all the people to watch and scribbling ideas for my narrative in my pocket book. But it was fun. Tey and Zon are hilarious, although I kinda feel like a tool with them cause ususally I'm not in the mood to contribute, just to listen, very much not pulling my weight in the laughter factory department. In class yesterday Nark chewed me out for my mumbeled commentary. I'm sure I blushed madly. I wanted to take off my shoe and throw it at him. He can feel validated by sharing his views throught the class. But I just want to be a thinker, not an evangelist. Jeez! And then Big had to go and F-ing agree with him! I knew he would, problably thought it was F-ing hilarious! I need allies, dammit! Tey's going home this weekend. *does a little dance* Which means loudly listening to non-eighties/new wave/glamster music very loudly and sleeping at strange times (not that I sleep at normal times anymore) and talking to myself as a lubricant for thought process without feeling like a bloody lunatic.* I will also teach at least one, possibly two, people how to play Pick, because it is so good and Em thrashed me for slow spelling when I was home for spring break, which is hightly unacceptable. *from this no one should infer that I: a) do not adore Tey. b) do not adore eighties/new wave/glamster music (but there are other fishies in the sea). c) am not actually a lunatic.