The Agrinautica

   Last update was Wednesday morning...

Fatigue Guy
   Wednesday, Fatigue Guy gave me a green cigarette because it matched my hair. The day before that he had randomly come up to me, said he liked my style, gave me a thumbs up, and went back to where he'd been sitting. The Fatigue Guy no longer wears fatigues, but black warm-up pants if I recall correctly.


Judicious
   At out ASUCD Supreme Court meeting on Wednesday, we had two representatives from Internal Affairs, and one member of the executive staff, an unprecedented number of guests present. This in fact beats our previous record of non-court-member attendance by three.
   Well no actually the university's legal council came by once.
   After going over changes that needed to be made in the judicial codes (which all you ASUCD officers reading this should see as legislation soon, which I do not necessarily endorse (= ), we went over how to write our "administrative plan" with the IA Commissioners. Most ASUCD units, commissions, committees, and whathaveyou have administrative plans that tell the history, goals, aspirations and suchforth of said unit. Units lacking administrative plans, that I know of, are the Court, SGAO, The Advisor, and I believe the Office of the President (and/or VP?).
   Part of the Plan is this "history" section as I said. Apparently normally admin plans are written when a unit is created. The creation and history of the Court however is shrouded in myths and legends. None of us know what went on before we were put on it, nor is there any central location where the history may be held. I think the history is something that involves a dragon being raised by goats who one day while burninating the countryside discovered that steel reserve (high gravity lager!) could be successfully mixed with orange juice, and was so taken by this that he decided to dedicate the rest of his life to justice. Thats what I'm going to write anyway. And I'll work the word rhadamanthine in there somewhere while I'm at it.*


The Weekend
   This weekend I plan on hiding in my room and being antisocial like a troll. I have far too much schoolwork to catch up on.
   Courtbutt called Friday night to talk to Kristy, who was not here, and asked "why are you being a loser and not going out?" the following interchange ensued: "uh I decided I don't like people." "I don't like people either, lets not be friends!" "okay!"
   This morning Kristy and I went to the Farmer's Market again (& bought a gallon of apple cider) & ate at Crepeville. The End.
   Had dinner at the Colleges, where Sarina made steak. And now I'm sitting in the red glow of my room hating everyone and trying to study russian.


Picture of the Day

Kristy and The Plant
On or Around V-Day
© Kris Fricke 2004