I fell asleep last thinking that there are two kinds of pride.

There's the pride that really pisses me off, basically your run-of-the-mill overconfidence and vanity. People with this affliction tend to be completely full of themselves, and care about moronic things like, say, getting the highest GPA in their graduating class so they can get into pretentious little colleges with good reputations. It's all about status and rank and awards, and complaining about not having enough status and rank and awards.

Then there's the good pride, the honest belief that the world is infintesimally better off with you in it, the basic belief that you are a good person, beneath all your faults. A comforting thought indeed.

It's an obvious differentiation, and owes more to Pride and Prejudice and my constant obsession with placing things in two opposable categories, than to any blatant creativity on my part. Still, I like to think that this basic pride in oneself is a good thing, unless your a delusional serial killer.

Dodged a chance for nonrandom socialization early today (it sucks to be dense) but I decided to go see Army of Darkness and Evil Dead II at the campus theater, a presentation brought to you by The Hedonists, in order to make up for my poor decision-making skills earlier today. Sadly, there was no one there except me and a half-dozen Hedonists, all of whom had seen the Evil Dead Trilogy far too many times.

Actually, I'd anticipated this, and tried to inform a few people, who I knew had similar movies tastes, about the event, which was very poorly advertised. They were all music majors, though, and today was a practice night for many of them.

The Diplomat is starting to annoy everyone in my Freshman Studies class; I found myself disagreeing, just to spite him. He's still really nice, you see, but he uses needlessly complicated debate terminology all the time. The guy can't seem to let go, and it distances him from the people in class who don't want to hear "perceived relative moral obligation", or some such nonsense, when 'guilt' would do.

Also, he doesn't wear socks, and in fact hangs with the same crowd as Sockless Pete of British Writers I fame. Not wearing socks in the winter, with loafers no less, is very wrong.

Another odd fact; I actually heard this one girl from my class, Modern Hippy, say that left-handed guys are sexier than right-handed guys. So I held a pen in my right hand and asked her "Do I make you horny baby, do I?". It was remarkably out of character, but nonetheless worth it -it was probably the funniest thing I'll say all week. Still, I had no idea that girls, even weird ones like Modern Hippy, thought left-handed guys were sexy.

People were too nice to me today. I even got a hug after my fortune cookies said "Hugs are special", which, as you can plainly see, is not in any way a fortune, from a girl whose fortune was "You enjoy spending time with family and friends."

I did have to explain to the guy next door, whose radio show I'll be on tomorrow from 10-11 pm, (as a guest commentator on the song "Tainted Love", maybe), that guys can have girl friends without dating them. I don't desire to date anyone, but I'm not going to shun an entire gender.

Night.