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Thursday, February 19, 2004 -
The semester's been alright; my classes haven't been that great but everything outside of school has been quite fun. Mary and I went into Baltimoore a few weeks ago and saw the American Visionary Art Museum, which was the art of mental paitients and farmers and not the artist elite. It was inspiring, actually, and very cool, but hard to look at. The lines were all over the place. There were match-stick busts and glass men and all kinds of contemporary art. (We also went to visit Erica and Andrew's family restaurant in East Baltimoore, a family pizza place, and ate quite a full meal).
What else? We went bowling with some Johnnies, and had a wonderful quiet Valentines Day where we just stayed in and made our own chocolate covered strawberries... I've been over to Haggerstown a few times, where Mark and all of his people live, which is fun. I drop by for the "tweenty-people-from-the-floor-come-in-and-play-monopoly" popular feelings that I missed when I left the dorms so quick, but once a week is all I need for that feeling. I'm not in any hurry to get back. I tried to show Hedwig and the Angry Inch on Valentines to get people in the loving mood, but nobody could come because of other stuff. I'm going to get Hark's murder mystery going soon (I went over to his house on Monday on a whim, which felt reassuring as it's one of the only times I can remember when someone invited me somewhere in MD, and we had a great time). I brought back some of his homemade eggrolls to cook in the new deep oil frier that Nick got for Christmas. We're having a "Winter Sucks" Tiki themed Porterhouse Party this weekend, as well as going to a "casino" called Lola's in the main Johnnie hall (apparently, the school charter outdates the town charter, or something like that), as well as bringing some Johnnies on Saturday to the Vagina Monologues ("think inside the box"). However, classes suck. There's something about engineering culture that just rubs me the wrong way. I can't tell if it's all engineers, or just mechies, but if all my Bio E classes are like my Mech E classes, the major's gotta go. Pure science, anyone? Or History of Science? Ehh? Ehh? Help. I thought I had it all figured out, but... Nothing is ever that easy.
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but you like me and I'm a meche. *sad face*
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