So tonight was interesting. Ian and I were formally introduced, yo. I played pool with "Neddy", watched Alex and Chaffin play chess (pawn war!), witnessed the banning from pictionary, laughed at Matt's mom's insane dream and weblog reading, heard about homecoming, learned the word "zecchin" (and yes, it's in my (huge-ass) dictionary, Funk & Wagnalls New Standard Dictionary of the English Language, copyright 1946.

zec-chi'no, 1 tsek-ki'no; 2 tsec-ci'no, n.   A gold coin of the
            republic of Venice; the sequin.   See COIN. [It.; see
            SEQUIN.] zec'chin; zech'in.

how's that for you?), saw Eric and Ellen try to shoot each other to death, beheld Anthony's mad hax0ring skills (damn, I'm trying leet, but I don't think it's working), talked to Sara some, petted Alex's doggie, ate pizza, and wondered about Chris's tickling of Ashley's feet (at least, that's what I think was going on). As Eric and Chaffin noticed, I didn't talk much. "You said about ten words, and half of them were 'zecchin'." Ah, well. Maybe Ian will see my blog, as Chaffin mentioned it, but I don't know. *waves to Ian just in case* I pray Anthony will never see it, however, as I will get reamed horrendously for my repetitive misuses of grammar... The whole bet thing kind of depressed me, actually. It shouldn't have, but it did. I mean, why was I there in the first place? And it's okay for people to have feelings. Although I might have gotten the wrong impression. I didn't really hear much. It's okay though. And it's not like she doesn't have a boyfriend... I also wonder if I meet his standards. I'm not sure whether or not he knows I care about him, or even if it's a good thing. I'll live, though. Jealousy will never help me, and it's nice just to know that I have a friend... Maybe boulder is okay. But, man, Eric got a letter from Caltech. I'm so jealous! Oh, wait, I just said I shouldn't be jealous. Damn.


Quotes (more or less accurate):

"Doesn't your mind jump to 'sex' when you hear the word 'fantasy'?"

"I was just starting to respect her, and then she hits me in the head!"

"Did you jack my communist catalogue?"
"Yeah.."
"Are you ever gonna give it back?"
"Maybe..."

"The one with the coathanger!"

"And the electricity would flow better through his body, because of all the metal..."

"That kid with the pale face. I swear, it looked like he was using makeup."

"If I were!"

"Oh my god! We're all gonna die! No, you say, 'There's a car to your left.' "

"You need three cleaners: one for carpets, one for windows, and one for wood."
"I use spit!"