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	overheard: '...exploring yourself and your body' -henry  first things first: tomorrow is december. this i am not ready for. though i am
	ready for another stipend check. sure am. really. give it to me now. second things second:
	this
	is a great photograph. made me laugh out loud. nuns. ice skating. hilarious. today, despite a
	continued pain in the neck (don't worry, mom: i can still touch my chin to my chest), i plan
	to go to the library. what i'll do once i get there is anyone's guess. take a nap? text people?
	we'll see. i wrote two solid pages of my new chapter yesterday. that's about 10%. so i'm pleased. 
	 
	overheard: 'is that your real nipple?' -dave  ok. let's play a little game called why washington state is better than
	arkansas. this game was spawned by news that microsoft is set to make a $32 billion 
	dividend payment to its shareholders. for the british among you reading this, $32 billion
	is equal to about £18.37, given the plummeting value of the dollar. but anyway, bill gates
	will get a little more than $3b, and he plans to pass all of it along to his foundation.
	this got me to thinking about the walton family. you know, the people whose dad
	invented walmart. yes. that walmart. i've never been in one. i hope never to be in one.
	i hope that chasms open in the earth someday so that the stores can be reunited with
	their founder in hell. only when their non-unioniz employees (that's all their employees, pa)
	are away. 
	 
	overheard: 'imagine him pooping on your face. isn' that weird?' -unkown, thank god
	 ok. the day may be young, and filled with adventures as yet unkown, but an early
	leader in the "best thing about today" race is the email i just got from my friend meg, with whom
	i have, sadly, had very little contact for a couple of years. she, you may remember, befriended
	me while our freshman year roommates were cuddling in the next bed. she, meanwhile, was drunk
	as a skunk (this was in my teetotalling days, you know) standing on my bed telling me about
	dar williams. then we made a pact not to pull anyone for a month. 
	 
	overheard: 'i'm metrosexual' -stu
	 of course you are, stu. of course you are. yesterday, you may have guessed, was a
	hangover day, in true spokane thanksgiving style. not on account of drinking too much, but on account
	of the horrendous wine they serve at JCR guest dinners. it was a good time, though. many funny things were said.
	the beef wellington was much better than i would have hoped. only bad thing about
	thanksgiving: why didn't my family call me? boo! 
	 happy thanksgiving! ok. so it's not going to be a very relaxing holiday. i have a library to get
	to, a coffee meeting at 10.30. a meeting at noon and a rhodes football game to whoop some
	first-year scholar butt at 1.15. then it's back home for a very hot shower, maybe a little work
	and getting ready for the jcr black tie dinner. 
	 
	overheard: 'i'll show you my vagina if you show me yours' -jack
	 someone seems to have stolen november. i haven't seen one of my flatmates since halloween.
	i hope he's still alive. i'm writing this from the british library because i'm
	bored and waiting for a manuscript to arrive. they have wireless here, which would be super cool if they
	didn't charge £5 per month for its use. oh well. the thing i love about the british library is
	that one is bound to run into the most unlikely people here. like that time over spring break
	when i ran into my georgetown italian professoressa because she was sitting right next to me reading some
	17th century frnech text. today, i ran into juliet, my upstairs neighbor from last year. and i'd
	go for lunch with her, but she's just plugging away at her work. and jack's on his way back from canary wharf.
	so maybe not.
	 
	 
	overheard: 'I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve 
	the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.'
	-E B White, via Drew ok. i must apologize. reading over the bulk of november's daily updates, i decided
	the grand majority of them are completely incoherent, which, unsurprisingly, mirrors my my 	
	mental state this month. fortunately, i rediscovered my focus yesterday. it was at albi stadium.
	ask amanda what else was there.  
	 
	overheard: 'i came in his pigeon hole as part of freshers week' -GCR dinner  well well well, look what the cat dragged in. the black tie dinner last night
	was even more fun than usual. i'm glad that brian came up for it. jack left early (boo!) to head
	to queer bop at wadham. i went with the others to the undie, where the worker bees broke the till.
	having nothing resembling exact change, i tried to head home (and failed). in the end, i had a beer,
	chatted with jack's flatmates, made fun of my own flatmates, and avoided getting drunk even a little.
	though the wine i got from the buttery was very good (ps to joe: it was from alsace.) 
	 
	overheard: 'now you guys have everything... cute voices, mugginess, hot nuts, huge ravens, 
	civil partnership... lucky bastards' -mandahouse
	 it's coooooold outside today. and i should have lots of interesting things to say, but
	i'm feeling a bit under the weather. har har. chch black tie dinner tonight. i'm not going to queer bop,
	though. too cold. stu's birthday last night: definitely some images i wish i'd never seen. brunch
	was good today. gots to get to work. 
	 
	 
	overheard: 'it's like an STD' -GCR wine tasting
	 kinda hung over from the wine tasting last night. so i'm gonna get to it. my interview
	was moved to february: boo. at least it's friday. 
	 
	overheard: 'he looks like a middle-aged woman' -canary wharf
	 well, the good news is that i passed my mckinsey exam. the bad news is that i have an interview
	sometime next week. which means i get something new to stress about this week. not really. it's cloudy today.
	par for the course for an english november day, i suppose. i must admit i miss home a bit right now.
	probably just because we're a week away from thanksgiving. 
	 happy birthday, shannon! ok. short update. gotta get to that test thing. first time i've sat an exam in 753 days.
	yes. i'm a nerd. i could really use a TCBY right now. white chocolate mousse. mmmm. marshmallows. holla.
	 
	 
	overheard: 'those are my dad's nuts' -jack
	 yesterday: good, but unexciting. today: lots and lots of work. perhaps to london tomorrow? oh.
	no. i have a numeracy exam for a job. eek. oh. speaking of eek, tonight the state-level rhodes interviews
	begin with 50 cocktail parties designed to scare the crap out of otherwise over-confident young people. poor kids.
	 
	 
	overheard: 'if you're going to go posh you should go all the way' -despina
	 wow. so much to remember from friday, since saturday's update really didn't do
	justice to it. tea with sue meng (meng sue?) was lovely. it's always great to see her. i need
	to track her down more often. but she lives off the abingdon road. which really isn't nearby.
	so more teas at the rose will have to suffice. after tea with sue, i ran off to get suited
	up for the new college guest dinner (put me in, coach!) with my spo-friend kathleen.
	always nice to see a spokanite. especially one as charming as kathleen. and at dinner i
	had the aforementioned 3 glasses of white wine, which were followed by the dangerous 3 glasses
	of carlsberg. drunkest i've been in a long time. certainly since ptown, but probably since
	that awful peck party last trinity term. reports from various sources on saturday confirm that i was hilarious
	around sober people when i returned to liddell friday night. highlights include despina asking
	me what my hobbies were. my answer? fit boys and butt sex. yeah. glad there weren't any adults
	in the room. except seb. and he hardly counts. 
	 
	overheard: 'i'm a domestic goddess' -the other andrew.
	 hung over today. 3 glasses of wine and 3 pints of carlsberg and i'm still drunk
	when i wake up. what gives? oh. and i'm listening to oseh shalom right now: which, in hangover
	mode, totally reminds me of trinity term last year. weird associations. ok. library. fatty fatty 
	brunch. london. party. sleep. back to oxon. jack got an interview with a bank for monday, so
	everyone keep your fingers crossed! 
	 
	overheard: 'i will show him some of my german efficiency' -some GCR guy at dinner
	 it was cloudy and warm when i woke up today. now sunny. i don't know about
	the sun. i don't think we're friends. makes me squinty (i.e. gives me wrinkles) and makes
	my head hurt if it sticks around for too long. in good news, my body has adjusted
	to the 4 pm darkness thing. i actually made it to 11.30 last night before i absolutely had
	to go to bed. 
	 armistice day tom ford, ps, is totally lickable. and if i weren't spoken for, i would have been mighty
	tempted. but that is moot. dinner last night: not so bad for food-in-a-pot. good to finally see mike again.
	rumour has it that brian is coming to town today. i miss abby. it's been a long time since i made it
	throught a night without a very strange and/or scary dream. two nights ago, it was buying a flat that
	turned out to be haunted. last night brought two: one about someone trying to kidnap me. another about
	a rollerskate race against my best friend brandon from comstock park to downtown spokane. but we were each
	paired with a 4 year old. they slowed us down, but brandon beat me still. 
	 trying to mourn less yesterday was good and productive. as i told JP, though, i'm trying to write the blackfriars
	chapter by sneaking up on it. hopefully it won't realise it's being written until too much time has passed for
	it to resist my charms. can't talk too much about that, though: a bit like mentioning your intention to sell
	a car in front of that car. they're stubborn, you know? lunch yesterday was lovely. and dinner was very nice.
	i got to meet the famous james
	allison, which was nice. all academics are the same. and by the same, i mean gay. and speaking of gay,
	i hope you've all seen that the house of commons overwhelmingly passed an "in all but name" gay marriage
	bill yesterday. now let's hope it doesn't run aground in the lords again. stoopid unelected chamber. 
	 
	overheard: 'it looks very...authentic' -saskia
	 i go home a month from today. how odd. the terms fly by, don't they? dinner last night
	was good. jack came with me. after we watched sex and the city. yes. more. maybe a little too much. i feel
	like when i used to be addicted to snood. becky will back me up
	on this. after too much snood, you stand at a party and think, "hmmmm. over there i see two new college
	students talking to a student from merton. if i could only slam a third new college student into the other
	two, they'd fall down, and i might just get to the next level." like i said: snood is dangerous. but
	i'm eternally grateful to megmoooooo for introducing me to it. 
	 
	overheard: 'what did she think her vagina was for?' -jack
	 yeah, i'm still a  slacker. i had quite a busy weekend, though. the bcg thing in london wasn't as boring as i fearded
	it might be. they took us to two restaurants: for lunch, we went to avenue in st james. food
	wasn't bad. not great, though. i started with ravioli that wasn't nearly hot enough, followed
	by braised beef with red wine sauce and carmalized onions. a bit better. and mint tea and
	sticky toffee pudding for desert, which was actually very good. after some heavy petting (by
	which i mean recruiting), they released us to explore the royal academy, where there's a very
	ecclectic exhibition on loan from the jacobsen collection in copenhagen's carlsberg glyptotek.
	of particular note was william bendz's a
	tobacco party. that's not a great scan of it, ps. i also enjoyed the degas room. i even
	bought one of the greeting cards from the shop. which i rarely do. after another set of recruiting
	talks (which, while always similar, were slightly less stressful coming from BCG than from certain
	other consulting firms), we headed to dinner at circus bar, off of golden square in soho. i enjoyed
	the food there better than avenue, though the service wasn't as good. i started with subtly-flavored
	pumpkin soup, which was followed by a red thai curry with chicken and jasmine rice (not bad for being
	a totally un-thai restaurant) and amaretto cheesecake as the sweet course. but it was too rich to
	finish, and we were kinda in a rush. all in all, dinner ran from 8 pm until 11.30. which is quite
	an achievement. 
	 
	overheard: 'in a democracy, people get the government they deserve' -adlai stevenson
	 i got an email from my friend jeremy this morning, with an attached photo of
	mrs heinz-kerry from after the concession speach. very very sad. i'm going to echo jeremy's
	expression of passing through stages of grief: 
	 i hereby declare official mourning post-election hangover yesterday. and i didn't even drink on election night. it's
	all a bit too much to deal with right now. where is our country going? the guardian (you'll remember
	them as the limey 
	assholes who started a letter campaign to ohioans asking them to vote for kerry:
	a politically tactless move by any count) described the election as a victory for small-town morals.
	so let's prepare ourselves for four more years of darkness, four more years of fear
	and mistrust and violation of our civil liberties. let's prepare ourselves for four more years
	of bigotry and bull-headed foreign policy. 
	 election day/feast of all souls of the faithful departed everything i do today is for john kerry. i woke up and did my crunches for him. i'm about
	to go take a shower for him. then i'll brush my teeth and shave for him. after that, i may do my laundry...for
	john kerry. later i'll take a nap for john kerry and make some dinner for him. maybe then he'll have the
	good sense to win the election. 
	 
	overheard: 'it's too bad you don't like foreign food' -tash, finally shedding light on an awful
	rumour circulating about me
	 scary things about today: it's monday of 4th week. it's november already. tomorrow is
	the election. but at least the redskins
	lost. and i'm gonna go do a lot of work today. so i must leave you without much more said. forgive me.
	oh, but thank goodness that i'm finally getting to welfarize someone. which sounds dirty, but it's not.
	it's tough being GCR LGB rep at ChCh, you know?!
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