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16 January 2000
i started writing this when i got home last night, today being this entry's tomorrow, monday the 17th, but i was much too drunk. more on that later.
started the day off with a number of dreams that were too surreal to piece together upon waking. although fifteen minutes later, staring into the mirror, i remembered another dream in which i had been dying my hair orange.
went and grabbed some food at the met. came home. played guitar. did laundry.
went to dinner a little earlier than usual, 'cause the last few dinners i've had in the met everyone i know was basically done by the time i got there. but of course this time no one showed up for at least half an hour. i tried to write some more poetry. nothing successful. although the word "firefly" popped into my mind.
after dinner i went up to yuka's to help decorate for the party they were having 'cause it was her birthday. the decorations were sort of a surprise. she came back from dinner expecting it though.
then we all went to watch the nads game. (risd's hockey team, so named so that the fans can scream "go nads!" at the games.) i hadn't been to a game yet. some people definitely get into the whole spirit of rowdy hockey fan, mercilessly heckling the other team and all.
went back to the party, to which people had begun to show up. a high percentage of transfer students, which was kinda nice. i didn't feel totally alienated. although crowds of people always do it a little bit. and so eventually i started drinking.
and i drank a bit too much. i left the party at about three. and what with the warm to cold to warm and the walk and the stairs at either end, my stomach rebelled and i ended up throwing up. the first and hitherto only time i had thrown up from drinking, in china, i told myself i wouldn't get that drunk again. this time, i had already been drinking water for a while so it wasn't as bad as it could've been. but it was still kinda pointless for me to have gotten myself to that state.
[pic credits the same as yesterday.]