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I should go back and mess with the results just like everyone does. Heh.

In Other News:

Much of this weekend was a blast, including ritual and dancing on Friday (heads-up: Don't go to the restaurant Al-Amir. It wasn't all that good, and it was expensive and the portions were tiny and the service was S L O W). Saturday there was vegan munchies and then books (yes!) and then I went back to the place on Holgate, where I saw a movie with Harrison Ford and Amish people, and then we watched Shortbus again (dang I love that movie).

One of the best parts of Saturday, though: I was in the kitchen making myself some food. I hear someone shout, and then a thud. The same shout, no thud. Shout, thud. My curiousity gets the better of me and I go upstairs, where underthethrow is sitting on her bed, shouting "FLYING PONIES!!" and throwing her My Little Ponys at Jarrod. Some he's catching, some are landing on the floor. I'm glad they're getting along. At one point all of the Ponys were stuck to the metal bits of Jarrod's computer desk. He also took a set of photos of them surrounding poor Lucy. Ha ha ha ha.

Oh man. I miss having those people as roommates, and now that underthethrow is there? Arrrgh, it's killing me sometimes. Especially when the German student in my house has a birthday party for a friend and the house is full of people I don't know, and I didn't know she was having a party, and I'm unshowered and cleaning the rat cage!! C'est la vie.

Maybe I'll just start showing up at the house and doing homework or something. *LOL* I don't know.

In more Other News: I *heart* Sigur Ros. Seriously. How did I not hear this stuff before? I knew of them. But if you like Radiohead you'll probably like Sigur Ros. The video for the song Glosoli is so hilarious--old people running around acting like gangs of schoolchildren, including ringing doorbells and running off, and having fights with toy swords and water balloons. It's so awesome.

Anyway. I have to go back to work soon.