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Megan and I just got home from a party at her friend Jaqui’s place. It was a pretty good time, though there were half a dozen conversations going on at any given point that I simply could not participate in. The crowd was 95% Music majors. English majors are less friendly, but less afraid of drinks. *g* Music majors, it seems, are far better at trivia games. Though, I could just be a bad sample when it comes to English majors. There’s quite a few people in my poetry class that can pull names from their nether regions that I’ve never heard of, yet cause a good portion of the class to laugh. I find a wry smile fits those situations well. Sort of like, “Yeah, I get that, but I’m too cool to ~really~ laugh.” And all the while, inside, I’m thinking, “Shit! Was he some marauding general in the 15th century, or a pitcher for the Yankees, or some obscure songwriter or what?!” I just have a hard time remember names. And numbers. And I have no idea what that leaves me to remember. Verbs, I guess, and adjectives and adverbs and other non-nominal nouns. I guess I was destined to be an English major.

No one else has any comments on my new site skin? Nothing? Anyone? I checked, and it works great in Opera, as well, so most people shouldn’t have a problem checking it out and giving me feedback. Not that I’m hinting or anything. I’m far to evenly toasted to take the subtle route. I’m ~telling~. *g* Get to work.

Megan’s hinting that it’s time to go to bed. Since she has to get up for work in *checks clock* three hours and twenty minutes, I suppose she has some sort of say in the matter. Have a good night, all.