I came back from swimming this morning flushed and upset. I'd woken up to rain hitting my bookshelf, and I wasn't in the mood for diving blocks. not today.

so I went back to sleep smelling like chlorine. I took a shower, I didn't do my hair, I put on snowboots because they're my only shoes that are still waterproof. I paraphrased in english, I aged fifty years in stage makeup.

tonight at dinner it was roommates and hair cuts, erotic thimble jokes. back in my room, we picked up our politics/religion discussion, watching bill maher clips and reinacting eddie izzard. the talent show was...interesting. one dollar for bad acoustic covers and a moulin rouge lip sync. jeremy and mike light saber-ed, my neighbors performed the infamous mein kampf. the winner was a friend from swimming, amanda -the irish dancer, cait. she was in soft shoes, and I was proud I knew what that meant. second place went to a moving rendition of I Want it That Way. we couldn't decide whether it was backstreet boys or nsync, but we all sang along anyway.



ash @ 8:50 PM