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I'm through treating this page like some sort of literary vomitorium. Enough blather! More trivialities!

We watched The Muppet Christmas Carol a few days ago, which (I now admit) isn't the best Muppet Movie (it is worlds better than Muppets in Space, though) but which (I continue to submit) is the best adaptation of Dickens' story.

I just got back from a post-Milton-final lunch with Jonas, The Politician, and other assorted Republicans. Miss Bates, coworker and feminist-Republican, was there, but, with incomprehensible talk of football tangling the air, a cross-table conversation was infeasible. I rocked out silently, which was mistaken for twitching. I guess I'm not going to do that ever again.

I think I angered The Mighty Republican King, who lives across the hall, when I mumbled a vague reply to his invitation to a (Republican) party. I wouldn't know anyone there; though I do think it would be cool to be able to say "I joined the Republican party yesterday, and man did I get ripped." Also, I think that all Republican take offense when you wantonly throw around the adjective "Republican."

The Mighty Republican King said today that 90% of the campus is leftist--these College Republicans see leftists everywhere, a good beginning for a conspiracy theory they haven't bothered to finish--but I think that 90% of the campus is wishy-washy or (as some call it) "apathetic". The Leftists may be powerful and have their own newspaper (the apocalyptic One Minute Left, which refuses to publish dissenting (Republican) opinions) but the Wishy-Washy Moderates have an underground following; we are the silent majority. And next year, when we rise up…

I finished the Milton final, and with that I'm done with all the really hard work. I have a paper to write, and a Geology test to ignore, and then… well, I'm actually not leaving here for a while. There's no incentive to go home, when all I'll do is chores and thumb-twiddling.

I hatched a crazy scheme, a scheme I have absolutely no faith in. As it stands now, I'll finish on Friday then drive to Jinx's house to party it down with her, Rock Show Girl, and whoever else decides to come. This is the iffy part of the plan, because I just can't believe that someone would just invite a bunch of people to their house. Jinx denies any allegations of flake-hood.

After a weekend of movies and patent-pending antics in wherever Jinx lives, I'll come back to Lawrence and hook up with Jonas and about twenty other people to watch the midnight showing of Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers at the new gigantious three-story seventy-foot-wide Ultrascreen theater. These guys (most of them are probably guys, I'm guessing) are appropriately enthusiastic about the new movie; it'll be like seeing it with ten Arnos. (Arno is metric, so he's worth about two of these guys after conversion.)

Then, next Wednesday, I leave for home. I was talking to Larson, and maybe I'll visit him as long as I'm on a Midwestern tour… but, whatever.

Later.