Power to estrogen....whatever that means

I, Nancy, now have the power to post in this spectacular blog. Mwahaha. Ok, so here's what we did this glorious Halloween night. Cynda, Maggie, and I were supposed to go trick or treating, but Karolyn coerced us into going to Pat's to study for Hahn's midterm tomorrow. Here's what we did instead:


The guys were all being very manly. Cynda and Karolyn were my cohorts in taking the picture with John. He was rather feisty. Pat didn't know what hit him and Cynda's kissing Scott. Maggie was wearing the tigger costume by the way. We kind of had a hard time getting it off of her.

Haha, "Cock Sandwich"

This is Rachel.....Actually this post is about Homecoming, but I was reading Shakeer's musings about the dance and was particularly struck by this paragraph:
"Oh and also, I invented a new term last night at the dance: cock sandwich. It's when you're dancing dancing dancing having a good time when suddenly you turn around and realize that you are surrounded by just guys. Not only that, this cock sandwich that you've danced yourself into seems like it'll be pretty difficult to navigate out of."
Shakeer raises a very good point. I too have been caught in similar situations, except it's probably not as bad for a girl...because you're just dancing along across from some friends, when you realize the guy behind you is actually grinding into you with his back. Awkwardness ensues, but only for me because this other dude I don't even know, is too busy freaking some chick that I don't even know. Anyway, I enjoyed the dance although it was a little crowded and I had the recurring feeling that, if given the chance, Jeff Bentz might have molested me. If Jeff reads this blog, sorry...well actually I'm not really sorry, it was just weird.
I better stop chewing on this glow stick, it's making crunchy noises.

Homecoming...

Since There have been no new posts this evening, and I seem to be the first one home, I'll begin the festivities with my wrap up of homecoming. In short, it kicked ass. In long, I showed up at magda's house around 4:30 to pick up my three "dates" and learned I would also be getting maura. Due to my incredible driving skills, we still made it to the Old Spaghetti Factory by 5:30, bit before by my count, got the Pole some fries and got the best parkingspot in the lot. Yeah, I'm that good. So picture this...John and Maura, dressed to a T, walking into OSF with three girls wearning pajamas: one with twister on hir, one monopoly, and the third with monkeys on her ass. I beleive several people at dinner beleived they either weren't going or were going to go like that. I pish at them for doubting that they would go after saying they would.
"Pish!"
Dinner rocked, we ended up with enough seats, Cynda came, I got tons of food and icecream, the ladies were "dead sexy" in their dresses, the men were "freakishly handsome" in their suits, and all was right in the world. Went to the dance (after checking the coat and unbuttonin/undoing the shirt and tie) and had an absolute blast. They didn't play styx and it was hotter than hell in there. These are my only complaints. Seriously, this was probably the most fun I've had at a dance ...maybe including prom. Not sure on that one, since prom did rock. In keeping with tradition, I misplaced my cell phone (leaving it at Magda's instead of the restraunt) meaning my parents will again ridicule me for my carelessness (or the ease with which the female form and precence distracts me). After the dance we failed to steal the sexy oldschool car because it was already gone. However, we did go to devon's. Props to Shakeer for stopping traffic so me and my lady friends could exit the parking lot...we beat everyone else to the dev man's by a good 10 minutes. The girls changed in the car while I changed in the street, proving real men relish their sexy bodies and the public display thereof. Or something to that effect. I'm certain there are many more stories to tell (freak sandwiches, dance romances, lost dates, "found" dates, and so on and so forth) but I don't know them so I'll let their participants share. Suffice to say *my* day absolutely rocked. A huge thank you to all those involved.

PS Shakeer shoulda got homecoming king. I'm irked about that.

PPS Benny V, what happened to the? I thought you promised to come, mano...if you needed a ride, I was there to provide, and we missed you at dinner too. Same goes to everyone else who didn't go to the dance...you should have.

-JB

I can't wait hooray

Sup I'm in history class and it's a work day which is actually a hide in the library and play with stuff day, so I'm posting on the blog hooray. I'm gonna be using hooray a lot in this hooray yay. Um. Yeah, you can probably tell that I'm bored and I haven't been getting enough sleep. So anyhoo.

I can't wait for that crazy arse two week period when the musical takes over the lives of the key crew and makes us all run on survival mode. You know: only enough sleep to keep from hallucinating, only eating at Carl's or whatever you can find in the shop even if it's been there for possibly months, only doing enough homework to keep from failing, only studying for tests backstage so you do wind up failing... no, seriously, I'm not bitching. It's actually a lot of fun. You sort of hunker down and work on one thing for two weeks, and your entire focus shifts off of everything else and onto doing something that you love. And then opening night! The anxiety, the pants-shitting anticipation, and the fun when stuff doesn't go wrong and in fact actually works well. And then closing night and strike-- breaking crap and then looking at your grades and wondering how you're going to pick up the pieces but not really caring because hey you just did something really cool that a lot of folks never really get to do. That and you just broke stuff hooray. I used really like 3 times in that sentence wow.

And seriously, during "The Music Man" I ate a french fry out of the garbage. That wasn't the best decision in the world. Nor was it when I stole and ate some of Chris's chips during the first run of "Proof."Or when I was so tired that I shaved off a large portion of my pinky nail when I was trying to shave my legs after a rehearsal of "The Music Man." Twice. Good stuff. Um... so techies, post your random sleep-deprived tech moments because they're funny. Like Lazaghnakah. Now THERE was a day (seriously, it was more like 26 hours.) Hoo boy. I CAN'T WAIT!

Oh shit November can't come soon enough! VIVE LA TECH!

Contest!

OK, we gotsta change that subtitle, cuz lets face it, if you're here, you're here on purpose and you don't want to be reminded that you're wasting your time everytime you visit. Just kidding, due to the overwhelming popularity (we have like four readers who aren't bloggers!) I have decided to offer everyone this chance to submit your idea for a catchy subtitle that will grab the casual blog browser by the balls and not let him go. If we can do this and John can add a hit counter that will confirm people visit here, I can add some banner ads and make some money. Kidding again, I would never go capitalist on you guys. But that one is pretty embarassing and the best new one I can come up with is Home of the World's Coolest Social Rejects. And that's depressing and inaccurate (we're not cool!) So submit anything--it can be 500 characters max.

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Okay blog members, we need to dialogue. If you haven't noticed, I like to have a new post at least once a day. It makes me sad when I don't see one and sometimes I post a pointless one just to keep up continuity. (See October). I know you're all busy, but it averages out to like one every two weeks from each of you, and that's pretty easy, if you ask me. So if your log on at like 9 or 10 and don't see anything for that day, search your brain from a story that you filed away for possible blog-worthiness. Let me make it simple, its blog-worthy.

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Subtitle winner gets to become an administrator for a week and can make any stylistic change except for booting me or John.