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I went to Manhattan this weekend as I had planned and had a pretty amazing time. When I got in town I called Josh who was with Jeska and we went to Jeska’s apartment and watched Will and Grace, ate her roommates delicious brownies, and talked which was nice. I really don’t get to see either of them nearly enough and I miss Josh something terribly near the summer because the summer was always our time to go shopping for books and then try feverishly to read them before school came back around and took up all of our time.

Thomas had a Cats for Christ barbecue for the graduating seniors that I got invited too. Apparently everyone was afraid of me because people that usually came to talk to Thomas were not. Hah. I don’t really understand why this would be the case, but I suppose that it’s just sometime the way that people can be. It turns out that his roommate steven went to high school with my roommate brandon. Steven apologized for my having to live with Brandon, but everyone knows I think Brandon is a great roommate. Joe says that apparently Brandon has matured a lot since high school but I didn’t really know him when he first got to Washburn so I have no way of telling.

After the barbecue, where I had eaten a delicious bread sandwich and a lot of homemade ice cream, I headed to Janelle and Clay’s place. It took me forever to find it due to some confusion about Claflin v. Old Claflin road. Campuses need to be set up better. Which is what I like about WU. Jewell goes all the way through campus without much trouble. Though I suppose it does break up around the LLC, so it’s still trouble. Urgh. Why do they do this?! Anyway, Cinco de Mayo at Janelle’s was a pretty brilliant time. We all got messed up and talked. The people there were incredibly genuine (well, i suppose they just seemed this way, i think it’s hard to judge the genuine-quotient of a person until you’ve met them twice). Janelle and I made mix tapes for each other and she gave me a chamomile plant because we’d talked about my starting an herb garden. I’m so excited about it. Right now it’s sitting in the window, and I haven’t killed it yet. I am awesome. It was sweet to hang out with Janelle. There’s been so much bad blood either becaues of Brian or Madeline in the past that we’ve never really gotten to be friends, although I think I’ve always liked Janelle alright. I admit I probably wouldn’t have been willing to be good friends with her during that time when I knew she was about to start dating Brian and then when they finally did. I can be sorta jealous, but I usually can’t get that judgemental. Unless the person is absolutely wrong for my ex, and sometimes it works in bizarre ways, I believe. Like I wasn’t jealous of Ashli at all, but I did think she was completely wrong for Jarod. I don’t know. I guess it’s a pretty natural part of being an ex. Or maybe just a pretty natural part of being me. Either way, it always made sense to me, in most ways, that Janelle would date Brian so I couldn’t really hold it against either of them that they agreed, and it looks like Janelle and I are going to be friends now and I’m pretty excited about that. I don’t think any/much of this makes sense in just the plain context of this weekend only and I know that the situations that kept her and I from being friends while I dated Madeline are probably more responsible for the prolonged delayal of our friendship. The point is that I’m excited that we’re friends.

Yesterday was the Phi Alpha Theta induction ceremony, plus we congratulated the seniors who are about to graduate and had a farewell reception for our retiring (or phasing retirement) professors. Tucker and Wagnon seemed to really like they’re Shadow Boxes that Cara and I made them. Especially Dr. Tucker, but it makes sense that she would like hers better because what the hell do we know about Wagnon. We mostly just guessed on what he would like in his box. I feel like Tucker’s didn’t have enough color, nearly, but she really liked it and who knows, maybe it’ll match some room in her house well now.

I took off work a half-hour early yesterday to go to the play, “touched.” It was written by marcia cibulska who is married to dr. prasch. what a great play! the triumvirate of phi alpha theta presidents (cara-past; joe-present; me-future) were a little unit of people who didn’t know what to say about theater. we also got invited to the afterparty, which was cool. we hung out with dr. moore from the comm department and talked about obscenity. then the director of the play (a rather uncouth fellow) came into the room which was near a bathroom and said “i’ve gotta go shoot this beer out.” meaning pee everywhere and meredith was like, “see, that offends me more than ‘fuck’. but maybe i’m just old fashioned.” lol. this was the highlight of my life thus far. getting to hear her say fuck and then claim that it was oldfashioned of her to prefer fuck to blatant/rude talk about peeing was hiliarious. she hung out with us kids because we were cooler than the adults and she hates ‘these kind of people.’ i think we all do.

eventually, as we were about to leave, prasch made us mingle and sent us into different rooms. i obviously got in the best group and had a great time chatting about our crazy families, et cetera. i think the director would’ve had sex with me if i would’ve asked. creepy.

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