The Kit Kat Club

Today was a true college day, and I'm pretty happy about that.

I woke up, I did the class thing with learning and stuff. I am WAYYY too used to being a big fish in a small pond. People here are actually smarter than me. I mean, there were obviously people in high chool who were smarter than me, but a LOT of them are here. But Sexuality in Ancient Greece and Rome (hereafter known as Sex With Kirk [Kirk being the professor]) is really fascinating and often very amusing. Nothing like reading a flowery ancient English translation of a Greek text and realizing it says "You like sex with boys because you like putting it up their butts. Women have butts too, so why don't you just have sex with them?"

Then I went to an Oberlin Musical Theatre Association meeting and randomly got elected to the board. Like the true self-centered person I am, I nominated myself for secretary but was beaten out by a more experienced girl. But when they were nominating for Treasurer in Training (that's right. TIT.), this guy randomly nominated me and I won. It was very strange and unexpected. So now I'm a TIT, and next semester (or maybe next year, I forget how long the position lasts), I will be in charge of all of OMTA's money. That should frighten everyone involved.

After that I went to the LGBTQA first-year dinner, which was fun, though I'm starting to think there are no attractive girls-who-like-girls on campus. PROVE ME WRONG, LADIES. And then date me.

Aaand after THAT I met up with this guy...we both wanted to try out for Piscapo's Arm, a campus comedy group, but we each needed another person in the skits we were going to do. I just had to be a Belligerently Drunk Freshman Girl for his skit, but his role in my skit was a little tricker. Because I was performing Good Touch/Bad Touch (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXiP76cOego) by Picnicface. And if you don't feel like watching the vid, let me just tell you that it involves a lot of molestation-type touching. Like, a lot. And I did not know this guy. It was one of the most awkward things in my life to date.

So I don't know if I got in. I probably jinxed it by mentioning it here. On the plus side, they really need girls in the group, and they all laughed really hard at my audition, but I've been proven wrong about 18274783 times about the quality of my auditions, so who knows?

Then I went back to my dorm to write a paper. I also had the most vile cup of coffee ever made. The sad thing is that I made it. Yes sirree, with my $10 coffeemaker that doesn't close all the way, I made myself some damn coffee. And it was awful. Mostly because I can't get the chai taste out of my mug, and while I love chai, it does not belong with coffee.

Next up: Firefly. Or sleep. I'm really not sure.