And reading period slips away. As usual, I spent at least one night hanging out with Jinx and Rock Show Girl, trying to think of something exciting to do and failing.

Two highlights remain: the first was the Tasty Beer party on Friday.

The second was Cinco de Mayo, the night before. I watched Stargate with Ben, Zack, and Sockless Pete — who, as I should have remembered, isn't the best person to watch a movie with if he's seen it and you haven't. We have different definitions of "obvious."

Stargate is a big deal. I have tried to watch that movie probably a half dozen times since it came out, only to be thwarted time and time again, mostly by confusion with the Sci-Fi channel's crappy "Stargate: SG1."

When a girl in my "The English Language" class confessed a few weeks ago that Stargate was why she took linguistics — the hero is a linguist, albeit an especially daft one for reasons I won't go into here — I vowed to see it this schoolyear.

After a few attempts, I had succeeded. So when Zack and Sockless Pete wanted to leave for the bars and finish the movie later, I had a crisis of conscience. I stayed to watch the last half with Ben, promising to meet up with them later, and that was definitely the right decision. I haven't had that much fun watching popcorn sci-fi since The Fifth Element, and this movie had a less cheesy ending.

There was a lunch on Saturday for President Beck's installation, and I told Prof. Hoffmann that she was drunk. It was obvious I was joking, so I'm pretty sure I didn't cross a line. But even I'm surprised that I'm comfortable enough around one of my English professors to just make a joke like that.

Once the Frisbee people left after the luncheon I wasted my reading period with Wikipedia. My German independent study project is on Arthur Schnitzler, and his entry there was embarrassingly tiny. So I had to rewrite that. But I couldn't write a decent biography without mentioning his association with the group Young Vienna, so I had to make an entry for that. And then some of the other members of the group didn't have anything written for them…

And so on. Alan actually encouraged me, which might make him a terrible person.

I need structure if I'm going to be obsessive-compulsive: each issue of The Lawrentian needs to be published at some point, every video game has an end. Wikipedia is my downfall, to borrow one of Jenna's constructions.

I had to cut myself off, and it's hard because I know that there's a bunch of stuff I could still add. This summer, probably.

So now, with next to nothing accomplished, I'm going to have to cloister myself in the library this week. It's hard get anything done spring term. Not that I'm in danger of getting a tan or anything.