I just can't sleep any longer. I got five hours of sleep last night, and I'm wide awake right now. So yesterday there was a big Mozart thing, because that's what we do at Lawrence: we have concerts. It was in C Minor, and I sat in the main area (not the ultra-cool balcony) between a strangly quiet teenage guy and a woman who radiated 'grandma'.

From where I was sitting, low and close to the front, I could only see The Idyllist, and, briefly, The Politician. And like fifty people I didn't know. Including the four guest soloists. I made up little stories about them but was disappointed to find that someone had done the same in the program. I spent much of the concert thoroughly judging these strangers.

Afterwards I ran into Jinx, and we both waited for people to come out, but alas, the people we were waiting for never showed. Hopefully The D.J will believe I was there. After the conversation had irreperably stagnated, degenerating into random sounds and hand movements, Jinx chanced to see Jonas and Ann, and we ran after them.

Latching onto Jinx was an excellent move, entertainment-wise. Soon we were out for ice cream with Jonas's parents and his hipster sister. It was like a Dairy Queen commercial.

An off-white bandana provided momentary entertainment: In the off-white gang, if you're not off, you're not on. Well, I thought it was funny.

Back at Lawrence the relations soon departed and, continuing the follow-Jinx-and-be-entertained plan, I ended up in Jonas's room with Ann and Jinx. We talked for a long time, then Ann left, then we talked for an even longer time.

Mainly, we talked about movies. An unreasonable part of my estimation of people of the world of people of which we are a part is based on their opinions about movies. Jonas has excellent taste, as does Jinx (who watched four movies a day during the summer). Ann liked The Majestic. Sorry Ann.

We spent probably two hours deciding on a movie, and finally, at two, after a thousand segways, we decided to watch 100 Girls. For some reason.

It was horrible, but entertaining in its utter crapptitude.

After the movie Jinx had to show me her pink squeeze-bottle butter, which was perhaps the most disgusting thing ever. It's definitely not my thing -I like my butter more low-key, however entertaining pink is. I recall my vow, long ago, not to eat artificially colored foods, and this stuff was especially bad -as oily as water off a duck's back. Well, probably oilier.

Someone from this area is apparently dating someone from Brainerd named "Jake".

I left Kohler Hall at five twenty; I wasn't tired, but I knew that I couldn't stay out all night or Greg would think I was up to something uncouth. Well, he wouldn't actually think I was 'getting it on', but he'd tease me about it, pretending he did. Given the fact that I usually pick up on subtext and insinuation pretty well, meiner Meinung nach, Greg's ill-concealed jibes would be like carpet-bombing an anthill.

Did I mention that the similes in 100 Girls were horrible? Give me a coherent tone!

I walked home, tipping my invisible hat to all the invisible people, each of whom I greeted with a hearty "Good Morning!" The Hyrule Field theme from Zelda64 played in my head. I wasn't, had never gotten, tired.

There were all these robins sitting in trees; not sleeping, but not singing either. Everyone thinks the early bird gets the worm because no one is ever around to check. Well, it's an outright lie.

In any case, it was a full night for me, and perhaps the latest I've ever stayed up. I'm pretty sure that five hours isn't enough, and I'll probably collapse or something later today, but as yet I'm still not tired.