Feeling: sleepy. too many late nights.
Listening to: John Mayer, "Comfortable"
Reading/Watching: Wordsworth and Coleridge, those big softies.

Tonight I am having a much-needed night with the gals.

Tomorrow afternoon is lunch with Jenn, an old highschool friend.

Tomorrow evening, Harry and I are going to see a movie.

Sunday afternoon, I'm going to listen to a friend's band's jam session (I've been promising I would, never got around to it).

Sunday evening, Zuzu and I are going to camp in Denny's and do homework and girly chat.

Zuzu wants me to rush her sorority. I asked her what purpose that would serve, and she said, "Well, you get to meet lots of cool people."

"I'm determinedly anti-social, and I know lots of cool people, thanks."

"You get invited to all the exclusive cute-frat parties."

"I have a boyfriend. No need for cute frat boys." (I know what you're thinking; I had difficulty refraining from a shudder of revulsion, too. I mean, for the love of God. Cute frat boys? Ick.)

"The dues are totally not that high, and you can pay them whenever you want."

"It's still a couple hundred I'm shelling out, not to mention all the required t-shirts, big-sister/little-sister gifts, etc."

"You'll always have something to do on Saturday nights."

... I didn't even dignify that one with an answer. I just giggled and walked away.

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