My 2 Cents
a.k.a. don't start an amateur winery in your dorm room, fool!

So... for the past two days, my doorway has been filled with the stench of rotting putrefaction. No, it is through no fault of my own. However, the stupidity quotient at Middlebury College did just hit an all-time high. Apparently, the pungent odor of dead carcasses lingering in front of my door was caused by the kid 2 doors down (which I might mention is going to be MY room next year) in his failed attempt to ferment wine in his room. One of the bottles crashed down on his Pizza Hut carpet the other night and left the as-yet-to-be-seeds of rot-stink in his room. The irony of it all is that the kid can't smell! So, while we have been plugging up our noses while going to the bathroom and walking to and from our rooms, he's been luxuriating in the rancid fruits of his labor none the wiser.

Why the hell, I ask, does any Middlebury College need to ferment his own stinkin' wine when he can buy a cheap bottle from the Vermont Liquor Outlet? And furthermore, even if he can't smell the faint-inducing odor, his friends and girlfriend have perfectly functional noses -- where have they been?

What the fuck?

Ridiculous...

So, what's up other than that in my little old life?

Today marks the last week of classes. I am 6 pages away from being completely done with my Social Psych class, and 10 pages and 2 classes away from being done with the dirty hippies. The other classes not so close, but no worries.

On the TL front, it is abundantly clear that we will not be tangling tongues this year (or ever), but my heart still belongs to him. However, my attentions are wandering to another ambiguously gay Otter named Boomer. I want to use him up, bring him out (of the closet) and make TL jealous. To paraphrase Ally McBeal, "I like being pathetic, it's who I am."

What else?

On Tap show was last Thursday. It was good; no major scandals. I got to dress punk and bring hip-hop to the whitest bunch of white girls I know.

Went to see The Pianist yesterday -- my 2nd time. Adrien, you are a modern-day Jewish Adonis! He's just amazing. If I could make him orgasm like those raspberries, I'd be a woman to contend with.

Also, everyone needs to go to the Pre-Date Confidence Booster site. It's friggin' hilarious. My favorite by far is "How do I look in this outfit?" I, my friends, am the Sexy Canyon. Also, go to main site and check out "How To Impress Your Date" -- #4 & #8 are good'uns.

So, that's about all I'm gonna say tonight. Probably not so satisfying for the fact that I've been out of comission for over a week, but such is the way of the moose (that's me).

One last thought: Right now I'm reading a book called Rat Bohemia for gay class. Who would have ever thought a book with such a heinous title could be so absorbing. It beats the crap out of some of my other reads right now: The Brazilian Empire and The Social Construction of Reality, for instance. I also read Angels in America for gay class -- intense.

That being said, I'll put an end to my ramblings and take pity on your poor eyes. Take care, over and out...