"I think we should call it your grave!"



I have a disturbing habit of naming things. Like today I randomly wandered into Bento's room and decided that Dimples would be a fantastic name for a penguin. A cigar-smoking, stubble-coated, surly, cranky, kitten-hating penguin that kicks small children for no reason. I don't know why, or how I came to this conclusion. I have named my computer, my house, my old house and all my stuffed animals. I think of new nicknames (such as Ratface) for people who already have perfectly appropriate handles (I'm not saying who).

So it was only natural that I gave secret nicknames to people at the Castle this summer. Very Secret Nicknames.

Luke Skywalker: very nice guy named Mike. Similar moppish hair as the young weeny Jedi that we all love.

The Syphilis Boys: oh so promiscuous, oh so affectionate, oh so syphilitic. There was a whole bunch of them, though not so bright. One of them insisted on flirting with girls in front of his girlfriend, who was understandably upset with him.

Abercrombie Girls: roomates, very giggly, very blonde, very SCS, very unamiable. One of them is also known as Kissyface; she was the one who drunkenly kissed me on the cheek at the nightclub in Brighton (?).

T.A.B. (Token Asian Boy): the token Asian boy. Actually there were two Chinese guys, but one of them was a total mack, so I just called him the Mack (in my head).

Giovanni Ribisi: A sweet lad, who roomed across from us in Bader Hall. He also looks a little like the aforementioned actor, and hung out a lot with two girls down the hall (Asian), and sometimes me and Wnd (also Asian). Hence, I told him maybe he was also an Asian Girl...at Heart. Having come from a rather conservative background, he was a little taken aback by this realization.

"SHUT UP!": our other neighbours in res. They would regularly stay up until 4AM talking, which wouldn't have been a problem except they talked into the very thin, uninsulated walls. Once, they left their alarm clock on when they went away for the weekend; for four days, there would be this harsh BREEPing from 9 to 11 am. Argh.

The Weeny: guy in my history class who talked a lot, made of lot of comments in class, and must have had a perfect participation mark. But outside of class, he whined all the time about how infantile and irrelevant the lectures were. What an ass. Actually, that's the new nickname for him. Weeny McAssface.

Harry & Ron: a redhead and a black-haired boy (w/ glasses!) who hung out together all the time. They were together on my flight to London, sat together on the bus to the Castle, roomed together at Bader, got drunk together in Dieppe, etc. Ha.

I was, uh, doing homework

...in Tijuana. Yes, that must be it. Sorry about the (unexplained) hiatus. No excuses, I just didn't feel like blogging, even though plenty has happened.

Things to Write About:
- Belgium/London
- visit from Maggie
- Minger's wedding
- last driving lesson/exam EVER
- yet another aspect of Christian ghetto life
- Nova & (hopefully) future ex-pat life in Japan
- Homecoming tan, Thanksgiving turkey congee

Things to Bitch About:
- unholy undergraduate project
- cold toes
- expensive film development
- no Scrubs until 2006!

Things:
- Fisheye lomo camera
- missing umbrella

People:
- people from the Castle, and their Very Secret Nicknames
- boy hussies next door
- Biku & her apartment (plus Girly Day in the T-dot! Jiggy schnitzel.)
- funny Victorian Lit prof
- them crazy ladies, Poonar & Bento

I've got a lot of writing to catch up on. Tally ho!