Life can be random.

Tonight was rather interesting. I have now officially been drunk-dialed. By Ryter, because he wanted to drunk-dial his ex and I pointed out that that was a bad idea on oh oh so many levels.

And then, out of the blue, a high school girl from Australia IMed me after finding my name on a blog I commented on and asked if I would listen to her. I wound up spending an hour or so just talking to her, asking her questions about her life as she vented. I don't know, maybe the whole conversation was made up (Ryter has made me a bit suspicious of people online) but I figure I have no reason to not believe she is who she says she is and I might as well give her someone to talk to, even if time zones mean there's a window of like, two hours at night when we can actually talk to each other. It was a bit random though.

Lightweight

Last night, as we wilted in the heat, Ryter got himself a glass of $50 Zaya rum because he was pretty stressed out and the heat wasn't helping matters. He offered me a sip (just a sip, he knows I don't drink). I declined, mentioning that it seemed a waste to give $50 rum to someone who thus far has found almost no type of alcohol she can tolerate, including fruity sweet liquor, and isn't really too fond of the one she can tolerate, which is champagne.

He said he really just wanted to see my face when I tasted it, and wouldn't consider it a waste.

With trepidation I took a sip; immediately I jerked back, cried "UGH!," frantically scraped at my tongue with my teeth, and hurried to the fridge for some iced green tea while my eyes watered and my mouth felt like it was on fire. Ryter cracked up and said, "On the plus side, your mouth is now sanitized, as that was 40% alcohol."

I don't think I will ever learn if I can "hold my liquor," as I seem incapable of even "holding it" in my mouth...

Back... hurts... blah...

Today is the Agonalia, a day to honor various divinities. A ram was sacrificed by the rex sacrificulus. The ceremonies were supposed to help improve the prosperity of the state.

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I was roused at 7 AM this morning and after a quick bagel, egg, and cheese sandwich I was hauled down to Brandeis to help Shrewd clean out her room. We packed up the car to the brim with her things, plus her roommate's fridge which was going to be thrown out. All the seniors were moving out at the same time, and since they were all going to different situations next year, they were throwing out a lot of their stuff, when it was still in good condition. Thus, Shrewd and I went dumpster-diving. I mean, what would you do?

We got dish ware, mostly, and a TV table and some black plastic stacking storage boxes. There was a LOT of stuff, though. Lots of booze. Shrewd was tempted to grab some but we decided that there was really very little on this earth that's sketchier than taking someone else's half-empty bottles of alcohol from the trash...

Awkward to the 100th Degree

Happy More Floralia:



Also, today is the Festival of the Lares Praestites, the Lares (protective spirits) of the State (of Rome); it is also sacred to Angitia, a goddess of healing and prophecy, and she was honored by a Procession of the Serpents, which I don't feel like researching but it sounds fun.

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I got an A on my Bio test! As in, 100%! He even wrote WOW! in big letters on the top of the page! This is AWESOME... but it was tempered by the Chem test, which I got a 76 on. Luckily that's only 9% of my overall grade. So hopefully this will not be a crisis...

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I woke up late today. Like... 9:38, for a 9:40 class. Needless to say, I was late... I immediately got up and got dressed, brushed my teeth, and flew over to the Bio class to arrive about fifteen minutes late and unfed or showered. Luckily they were just watching a movie about Yellowstone fires. I ate afterwards, but then I had to shower, and I was basically thrown off for the whole day.

Consequently while I DID start my Latin project it is oh-so-far from being done...

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Ryter has apparently had a long-held goal to go to class drunk once before he graduates, and with only a few days left, today was the day. I was hoping for some excellent story about it, but apparently four beers and a shot of tequila only served to make him mildly tipsy, so he was able to go through class undetected and even took decent notes.

See, I could never do that, on account of I'm guessing that being drunk would have a lot of the same effects that being tired has on me, namely silliness, no internal filter, that sort of thing. And I can't take notes sober and tired, they start out lovely and quickly progress to what appears to say "In the Devo er plnis diverferid vasclr plt tis perd."*

Then there's the fact that I've never really drunk alcohol before, so I bet I'd need like two shots to get to the "WOOO Partay oh look a large thing coming to meet me hmm it seems nice OOMPH that's a floor I'ma just gonna lie here for a bit, mmmkay?" stage.

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I'm out of stuff to say. So here:



In Communist Russia, the Party finds YOU, and it is HOPPIN'.

*"In the Devonian era, plants diversified and vascular plant tissues appeared."