Mr. Spock

Now I’m gonna change it up and write about yes­ter­day. You can look for­ward to my post about last week some other time. Pos­si­bly tomorrow.

Oh, and before I go into yes­ter­day… I had a dream about my LB last night. And a sep­a­rate one about my fLB, too. Weird­ness! I never remem­ber dreams, and sud­denly I remem­ber two about those two.

So let’s see… woke up and went online. Of course. Watched the episode of 24 I missed by going to the Loose Fam­ily Event. Does any­one else think the VP is sneak­ily play­ing it dumb right now? Yeah… he looks like a pup­pet, but that would be too easy. Caught a ride with Kitty onto cam­pus around 10:30. CoHo for a while, and then Pic­nic Day games! Yay!

First we played… I for­got the name, but it was like cha­rades and tele­phone put together. First word I had was “danc­ing.” And the sec­ond (required all boy line) was “bal­le­rina.” Good thing I’m so expe­ri­enced in the twirling now. Then we had an obsta­cle course, and the last leg of it was the “human sun­dae” where we cover a teammate’s face in sun­dae top­pings. Matt and Carlo D took it for the teams. Last off was the pie eting con­test! No hands, of course. I won the first heat and Cedric won the sec­ond heat. They made us face off against each other even though we were on the same team. Cedric got a size­ably smaller slice for the final round, but he was very gal­lant and took his time so it looked like I had a chance. Or maybe he was just avoid­ing the grass he saw in his slice.

After that, back to the CoHo for a bit. Got caught up in the Tight Fam­ily drama for a while. I think it died down, though, when peo­ple real­ized it was an hon­est mis­take, and there’s noth­ing to do but make the best of the rest of Secret Week.

Tommy gave Genie and me a ride home after that. I think he sus­pects me. He looks at me funny, and says odd stuff, as if gaug­ing my reac­tions. Damn tricky LB! Oh, and I slipped, too. Damn you, Genie! She told him in front of me that she wanted to adopt him, and I said, “No, Alan’s line can’t be adopted.” Erg! Oh, and on the ride home, he was telling the two of us (pre­sum­ably more directed at Genie) about how he was going to make his BB and aBBs do Shaolin train­ing with him for at least a month. And he keeps refer­ring to his BB as “him… [long pause] I mean… him or her.” And how his brother works for UCD PD, and he could get anyone’s police record and class sched­ule. (Hehehe… sucker! to the sec­ond half of that.) And the next part is quote -

“I can ask my brother to grab my BB from CoHo for some ‘ques­tion­ing.’ And then taser him!”- Tommy, with an evil glint in his eye.

Man… my line is quickly chal­leng­ing Steph’s line for the crazy award. Well, within Loose, any­way. I don’t think we can hold a can­dle to the Take­mori line. Yet…

Worked on gifts after I got home. Had to go to Esther’s to get the bot­tle and dec­o­rate it. Then to Safe­way to pick up some non-​dairy ice cream. Went to Jackie’s to dec­o­rate the ice cream (I drew a face into the top of it with food col­or­ing ) and drop off my vegan Viet food for her to bring again. Back to my pace to print out clues and arrange the deck of cards for my “Soli­taire” clue. Back to Jackie’s place to pick up some other people’s gifts and clues. Went to pick up my pledges, and off to Sac-​town.

Leatherby’s was awe­some. We had some really great clues last night. Let’s see… Ray­mond had to find lit­tle toy cars to race against. Aiza had to go mas­sage every active. Donna had to hula for every active. Carol had to wear blue panties and ask every­one, “What would it take to get you into my panties?” Izzy had to sing “The Song That Never Ends,” dance the chicken dance, and give Mabel a lap dance. Eddy had to go find lightsabers (actu­ally, Schwartz’s) to bat­tle against. Chris had to give every­one a piggy-​back ride. Tom had to drink a milk­shake from a penis-​shaped bottle.

And then there was Tommy. I made him wear his bib and go around offer­ing every active a sip from his bot­tle for his clue. Except he changed the word­ing to “Wanna suck on my nip­ple?” and shak­ing the bot­tle sug­ges­tively. And when he got the deck of cards, he tried to play Soli­taire, but with only five piles. So even other peo­ple were telling him he did it wrong. Nei­ther of my LBs have fig­ured this par­tic­u­lar clue out. Clint says I need to make it more obvi­ous I don’t mean the reg­u­lar soli­taire card game. Am I expect­ing too much from my LBs? I guess we’ll see next term.

After that, took my pledges home and went back to the apart­ment. Talked online for a while and passed out.

Tags: Clint S, Family, Food, Games, Phone, Viet, Work