Not much happened today, of course. Greg's girlfriend is coming tomorrow, so that'll be interesting; we cleaned the room today to prepare for her. Greg, for all his mellowness, goes out of his way to make her happy; beneath the laconic comments and body-fluid humor, not to mention his Stevie Wonder obsession, my roomate is a romantic at heart.

The problem is that Greg damaged my computer because he didn't, and still doesn't, believe my 'theory' that vacuuming around a television or computer screen will demagnetize it. Or something. Now there are fuzzy little bands on my computer screen, although degaussing has been slowly fixing the damage.

It's Greg's fault, but I'll never prove it, and he doesn't believe me so I hope he doesn't vacuum the room again while I'm not around to shelter my one and only love. Maybe I am wrong, or gullible or superstitious or going blind, but my screen isn't as sharp as it used to be, and I don't know what to blame.

I read too much today, but for some reason I didn't get to my required reading for tomorrow. There's a lecture and we were supposed to have Notes from the Underground read. Well, so much for that. I actually read standing up, because I realized that I spend about 22 hours a day either sitting or lying down, and that can't be good for me. So from now on I'm walking while I read, which I haven't done since the last time I was a Freshman.

I can't wait until winter goes away; there's snow everywhere right now, as if some drug lord went and dumped 10,000 pounds of pure Columbian cocaine on the landscape. I said that earlier today on The D.J's radio show; it was original then. Still, it would be nice to get some fresh air and excercise, theoretically.

Speaking of the radio show, it was just The D.J and I tonight, because Nick-From-Next-Door went to a concert. I was invited actually, and I had no real reason for not going, besides the homework I didn't do and the radio show itself. I just can't express myself publically, I guess, judging from the moronic comments I made when it was time for The D.J and I to 'banter'.

Also, The D.J insinuated that he could fix me up with this one girl he knew who liked me, which was shocking #1. because this rather good-looking girl had admitted to 'liking me' and, more importantly, #2 because I'd never asked him to do anything of the sort -in fact, I've told him and everyone here, quite truthfully, that I'm done with dating. I won't go into my reasons for that decision, but I stand by it. It's just odd to add girls who are actually interested in me into the life-long bachelor plan.

In any case, I really am done, for a while if not forever, and I'm somewhat upset with The D.J. this reminds me, sickenly, of my other experience (my angry December 6th entry) with attempted social engineering here at Lawrence. Why do the clueless ones always seem to hold to muppet rods?

Anyways, later.