In keeping with the Phi Alpha Delta tradition of having more resignations annually than there are officers, and so as not to pull a Chris Goran, I have resigned from my PAD position, effective this Friday Thursday.


   For Thanksgiving Kristy and I, and her flatmate Becca, went to Kristy's place in Pleasanton. Her mom makes awesome stuffing.
   There we actually went and saw a movie in a theatre. Unfortunately all the movies we'd really wanted to see were no longer showing so we saw Jarhead.
   Speaking of movies, every time someone refers to Sin City, which happens suprisingly frequently, I think they're saying "Sim City." And I think, "Sim City?" what kind of movie is THAT? I imagine, like the game, it starts out all good and fun but after awhile the characters begin to feel a lack of purpose and grow bored.
   We hung out briefly with Kristy's ex, Randy, and their friends from HS. It was suprisingly pleasant. I think they all overcompensated in their efforts not to make me feel awkward, for example there wasn't a single reference to my mohawk. Wtf. These certainly aren't people who see mohawks every day. Furthermore, Randy is totally the lol-cow of his friends -- even after numerous years, making fun of Randy is still a favourite activity of theirs. I mean, how can you resist when he's wearing silly little Steve Madden leather shoes.


   In other news, my friend Kris is currently working for the United Nations in Niarobi, Kenya. Like a good little UN employee, she is blogging. Having perused her blog the other day I found this picture particularly amusing. Chile donated a giant statue of an index finger to Kenya?! I wonder who got the middle finger.
   My friend Marianna is currently working for the United Nations in New York. I asked her to tell me all the juicy gossip but she said "I can't -- I'm probably being bugged." Its kind of scary when someone says that in a serious manner.


Previously on Emosnail
   Year Ago Last Tuesday: Kris Fricke Publicly Condemned by Elections Committee Chairperson - via letter-to-the-editor. I respond via livejournal with nine points and ten subpoints as to why the Chairperson is a blithering idiot. That thing is some good reading. Eventually, of course, the Elections Committee would utterly lose two cases before Student Judicial Affairs, thereby validating the claims which Schachter had been so defensive against toward me AND
      AMWEST 2004 - And some retrospective of the removal hearings against me of a year previous.
   Year Ago Last Saturday: The Second Ice Age - my heater breaks again.
   Year Ago Last Sunday: Still Freezing - more about the broken heater. AND
      The Salsa King - One Przemek Pawlik is crowned the Salsa King after he manages to crack open the unopenable salsa jar. Also, some recommended reading in Daviswiki.
   Year Ago Yesterday: Researching in the Bedroom - and putting people in little boxes: I categorize my instant messenger friends list, creating more questions than answers. AND
      Still Freezing II - Did I mention it was cold? Also the internet access goes out over here and The Trees, and flatmate Chen notices someone else on the apartment network is "sinfulvirgins.com"
   Year Ago Today: Student Focus Condemned by the Aggie - The shit hits the fan, and the Campaigning in the Dorms Controversy begins. This would eventually result in the resignation of most of the elected Focite candidates.

   Alright somewhere-or-other I became hellla behind in terms of livejournal, and not only that but when I DO update I'm usually one whole event behind. For example right now I'm going to update as regards events of tuesday, wednesday, and thursday of this last week, but soon I intend to update regarding my Berkeley adventure on friday and saturday. Preview of coming attractions: it involved me being homeless in Berkeley for a number of hours; and I now have mass cheese danishes.


   Anyway, it was badbree's birthday on Tuesday, so a week of partying ensued of course.

TUESDAY
   It being Bree's actual bday, we all (Bree, Angie & Russ, Christie & Renry, Courtney, Kristy, and I) went to coldstone (or marble-slab? something along those lines) icecream. The parking directly in front of the place was 15 minutes only, but despite presence of normal parking mere sazhens* away Russ parked in the 15 minute zone. He then proceeded to move his car from one spot to another for the next 15 minutes. Meanwhile the parking officer who was vigilantly patrolling the area was sure to very obviously look at his watch every time he passed us.

WEDNESDAY
   I met Randy, Kristy's boyfriend, for the first time, and Corcat's boyfriend Tucker as well. We all hung out and everyone got their drizink on. Well, everyone but me, cause I'm straight edge to the core! No actually I didn't drink because I was planning on drivemobiling myself home when they went to go dance at the the Grad. Kristy however actually ended up talking me into going with them to the Grad, so yea that was my first time EVER being there. Randy, Tucker and I are like THIS now let me tell ya.

THURSDAY
   We all (by which I mean like, thirty of us) went to Chevy's in Dixon to celebrate Bree's birthday. Later that evening I went with Kristy to intercede in Sashie hanging out in the park by herself. We found her there speaking to her mom on the phone -- in Russian. Kristy soon returned to central command and I hung out with Sashes for awhile. I talked to my own mother on the phone for a short time - entirely in Swedish - just to confuse the crazy russians (we ran into Anna, another Russian girl while we were out there as well), and Sashsticks bought me two snapples from the Dining Commons (they come in twos). For awesome.

   Later that night I attempted to drink by myself, combining vodka with the remaining snapple I had, but Diane and Kristy endeavored to prevent me, Kristy threatening not to talk to me if I did so I had to cease. Compare this to (A) the intervention in Sashie being along in the park (conclusion: Kristy is a superhero), and (B) I had mixed vodka and boba ("tapioca balls") on wednesday night, a particular drink that Courtney had declared gross before I even put the vodka in (conclusion: I mix weird things).


   Hopefully sometime within the next 12 hours I will update as regards my homeless adventures in Berkeley. But now, now I'm going to eat a cheese danish


   *One sazhen = 2.37 feet. 3 arshens = 1 sazhen; 500 sazhens = 1 verst. 1 verst = 2/3 of a mile. Archaic Russian measurements.