March 24, 1999.

"What's the big deal? Rossa throws on a ton of glitter and a bikini, everybody gets done up on e, you spin, you both say 'I love you baby,' you high-five, everybody has a group hug, and you dance for 12 hours."

- paul's roommate describing paul's rave wedding

One of the funniest things I've ever heard...especially when I'm sitting in a group of twenty-somethings into the rave scene who're all discussing a) their upcoming wedding or b) their recent wedding. It was also refreshing to hear that much amusing venom spew about raves in general.

So, yeah. I thought I was grown-up when I got a futon and a checkbook, but I've just spent a weeknight with a mixed group of my peers talking about nuptials. I think that's the line right there.

It was actually very interesting, except for all the gentle atheism that kept cropping up. Any other day it wouldn't've bothered me, but my nerves are still rubbed raw from the big fight with my brother. I tried not to be too shrill. I'm not sure if I succeeded.

This was all a part of last night's field trip to the Boy's potential apartment (yes, everything is a field trip now!) It's a nice little condo, if a bit small & expensive. The Boy's room is decorated along one wall with floor to ceiling mirrors - which is a complex waiting to happen for me. I abhor looking into mirrors unless absolutely necessary (it's that thwarted vanity thing again; I'm a classically beautiful girl born into a regular girl's body and my expectations don't match with reality). However, the place includes roof access, and there's a hot tub on the roof. Sweeeet. Pixie Stix is already planning margarita girlie parties. I can't wait.

I have a Greek Drama final in less than 2 hours. I have read 8 plays and memorized 30 places on the map in the last 3 days. My head hurts. And I should go now.

much later...

My head is spinning with Greek names.

Oikos. Troezen. Procne. Evadne. Elcebiades. Admetus. Lammia. Parabasis. Parodos. Plaetia. Delos. Melos. Lesbos. Xenia.

I think I did okay. I avoided the class before the test, since a grouping like that always undermines my confidence. I knew all ten of the identify questions (author, play, speaker, audience, context), including the one which was entirely "I swore with my tongue."

Lots of tricks and traps. She's a wily one, that nun. So now I have an hour or so to jack off & relax before I have to start my Mary Shelley term paper (due on Friday morning). To it, then.