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It seems I’ve yet again let an entire week drift by without updating (thanks for noticing, Debs). The scariest part of that is I didn’t really notice the week passing. Apparently these things (such as the passage of time) are able to operate very much on their own, without any contribution of my person. Weird.

Not a whole lot has happened this week, though, aside from the going-to of classes and work, the riding-of the bus between campus and home, and the wading-through the homework. Although I must admit that homework was a lot more fun than it should have been this week. I guess homework is what you make of it. Monday night, Quinn and I put together a handout for our classical rhetoric class, which was a lot of fun to make considering, you know, it was on classical rhetoric and all that. Then, after Wednesday’s class, I headed to Café Diem with Rachel, Molly, and Kate, for homework with air quotes. In reality, I only got about twenty pages read in two and a half hours, but considering I was reading for a class this ~coming~ Tuesday, I don’t feel too bad about the going being slow.

Thursday night Justin and I decided to go out to the Corner Pocket for beers and pools, which was a pretty good time. I won the first two of six games, and lost the following four. I was pretty bummed about that until I discovered last night that Justin played pool every single weekend in Seattle this summer, and I did not (I wasn’t even in Seattle). Ergo, he’s all practiced and stuff. Hehe… I just wanted to combine “ergo” and “and stuff” in one sentence.

Last night was also fun, and it also found Justin and I at the Corner Pocket for beers and pools. This time, though, we had the happy addition of Rachel, Molly, et Kate. I again won the first two games (before the ladies showed up), and again sucked it up every game thereafter, to which the picture up top can attest. I believe I was shooting for a striped sphere in the side pocket, missed it horribly, and ended up putting the cue at the edge of the corner pocket, next to one of Justin and Kate’s balls (we switched to doubles when the company arrived). Or that story could be impossibly wrong. I really don’t remember. I just thought it’d make a good picture.

Speaking of pictures, Sammie and Mandi have finally been replaced as my most-viewed subject matter on Flickr. No offense to the ex-roomies, of course, but it was starting to bug me that the only way I could garner viewers was via pretty brunettes. The picture to replace them? Oddly enough (in my opinion), it’s the picture I took of construction paper yesterday at work. I’ll admit, it’s a cool shot, though I’m personally a bigger fan of the photo of Justin’s guitar. Still, you shoulda seen my jaw drop when I opened the box marked “Construction Paper” and saw the rainbow of colors I had to play with. Course, I was looking for a white, and there wasn’t a single piece to be found (so I got to make a trip to the copy center), but it was worth the time I spent just the same. I spread the paper out on my desk so I could see all the colors, and almost put it back in the box before I thought to myself that I should at least take a picture. And now, as of this moment, it’s had 275 viewers, which is roughly four times the number of viewers any of my other photos have had. :p And 32 people have marked it as a favorite, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :) I made people happy with a photo I took. This is how flickr rocks.

And I’m glad I have that to make me happy, because otherwise I’m a little sad today. I’m worried I may have screwed up a friendship or two yesterday. I’ve been having a bad run as far as friends go recently. I think I’ve lost more friends than I’ve made in the last month, which is impressive considering the school year just started, meaning there’s thousands of new people on campus to meet and befriend. I’m hoping I wasn’t as stupid yesterday as I suspect I might have been, but I’ll have to wait a few more hours to find out. Until then, it’s pretty much the only thing I can think about.

I almost just titled this post “Look at my balls” after suddenly realizing my pool photo could be seen as mildly suggestive.