Who's this Holden guy? According to some survey thing Graham directed me to, I'm:

One morose (censored). Everytime something goes the way you want it to in life, as soon as it is at its peak, it always comes crashing down to hit you in the face. That factors in with your almost always unreachable goals, and that you always manage to say the wrong things at the wrong time. If you just get a haircut and quit trying to make the impossible happen, you're going to be much better off.

I'll leave your imaginations to the task of applying that to me, but it does make me sound like the tragic idealist I'd so like to be. Anyways, this weekend was blah, prettymuch. Friday's highlight: Watching Memento again on Greg's $300 surround sound system.

Saturday, after a marathon five hour homework session, I finished all of my homework, prettymuch. Which meant that Saturday night, I had no excuse but to attend a party (waaaay across campus at Sage) that Greg coaxed me into attending.

Ah, my first big party in a little while. There's a reason for that, though, as I remembered. Parties aren't bad, but I'd rather sit around and joke with a half dozen people then cram into a room with Greg, strange freshmen girls, the strange charismatic senior guys hitting on the aforementioned freshmen girls, and the assorted freakish extras that, combined, made it impossible to move through the sweaty, Stevie Wonder-permeated room.

I tried something called Huber (or as Greg called it "burnt beer"), which tastes vaguely like German beer (though it lacks an umlaut), but beyond that, I chose to remain sober, so as to enjoy the party. Spot the paradox in that last sentence.

Yeah, it's hard, at least for me, to socialize with a bunch of strangers when you can barely hear each other talk, though I did make attempts, which is more than I can say for the strangers, all of whom were satisfied with talking to the little social groups they came with.

I met two people from my dorm, whose names I already forget, and I ran into the girl who gave me a ride to Rice Lake to get The Deathtrap. Wow, what icy silence! I guess asking for a ride to a place she was already going, when I was in a jam, must have really offended her. In short, the party was nice, in the sense that it was nice to be out of the room, but not something I'd do if I'd've had other options.

Today, well, I read today, like every day. I've been trying to read for an hour or two every day, and today I continued to work my way through J.C Cooper's The Spy, having finished some book about Dresden last week. That always puts me in a good mood, reading, so I got along with The Vain Man when he started up a conversation with me.

Now, all that's left is to post the log that Graham is harassing me for. I'll write some more thoughtful commentary later.