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Sunday, September 29, 2002
 
waste of space

Becoming a creature of habit. Well, I've always been a creature of habit, I just have my habits now that will surely guide me through the last semester at Middlebury. So it goes like this - last night I saw a fabulous movie, Monsoon Wedding. Upon leaving the impressively crowded auditorium, Nathan remarked, "I never wanted to be in love more than at the end of that movie." I promptly replied, "I had a similiar feeling, only I never before wanted to be Indian with such vigor." Good flick though - and although it has its own more thoughtful and dark sub-plots, it could be seen as "My Big Fat Indian Wedding." Anyway, I was pleased to see that and again confront the idea that the best life would be to puddle jump between film festivals all the-live-long-day. So the new habits, I digress. To Micheal O'Brien's second birthday of the week, only instead of cheap Long Island Ice Teas, this boasted rich and delicious chocately-fudge goodness. A quick stop at Forest to BYOG (Bring your own Gin) to Yoshi's porch party on his wrap-around wooden porch. It was supa-dupa sketchy, so that wasn't a long stop. Then, big surprise, everyone ended up in Forest, gin was assumed, merriment incurred, insults were thrown around (I think people were consistently called communists last night, and of course unworthy of Middlebury studenthood in a very messy exchange btwn John and Giorgi)... but it was amusing as ever and Katie enjoyed the flashback of college life. At noon I finally stirred, fought the erge to projectile vomit in 360 degrees, and eventually showered and ate brunch. I watched Life of Brian this afternoon for my ant-intellectual Bible class (much like Sprite, this is the un-class). Now I am just being a louse, having washed some dishes and picked up the sticky trash around my room. Business dinner to concoct debate plans and European trips for Thanksgiving... vowing to actually decide something tonight. I am still leaning toward Spain but send along suggestions if you have them - where would you go for good, old fashioned cheap fun, a town with character, art is always a plus, but ease of travel and easy life a major plus.