you should all be very proud of me: today i skipped class for the first time. not that that itself is worthy of praise; rather, it’s the fact that i’m in my 6th week of instruction and haven’t yet skipped. a personal best, if not a straight-out world record. of course, since i fell, i fell hard, and skipped all three of my classes in favor of sleep, which is a beautiful and blessedly delicious way to skip.
still, more important things beg telling. i’m in sort of a dilemma, you see. friday, being, technically, the day after today, is the suites formal, which i plan on attending. unfortunately, to attend said formal i need a date, preferably female, as there seems to be very little chance of ‘going stag’ and at the same time maintaining the illusion that i am in fact cool and socially normal and all the rest. normally, there would not be this mutual exclusion, but circumstances being what they are, there is. thus i have one day (less than 24hrs) to decide on a girl and ask her. i guess i should start thinking.
in other news, i want to buy a giant hookah.
