Pete's Log: I love Anne's car, and I love my new biking gloves

Entry #533, (Life in General)
(posted when I was 22 years old.)

Woohoo, I've made it home for the night. It's now 4:30, which is much later than I expected when I biked to campus at 9. But it's all been worth the while.

So first we go to the hypnotist thing. Anne and I show up at 9:45. Apparently some of our friends had decided to get there at 9:15, so we ended up sitting in the second row from the front. Perk accomplished his goal and got up on stage, but failed to get hypnotized. About fifteen people apparently did, tho. It was amusing, albeit a bit longer than it should have been, it got a bit repetitive after a while. That's ok.

Midnight, show up at 329 keenan. Chaos. A ballpit that was on the verge of losing structural stability. A bunch of drunk people. A lot of engineers. Some good music... I decided to remain fully sober. It was fun. I got to observe a lot. I enjoy observing people. I still don't think I'll understand them anytime soon, though. 2 am rolls around. Parietals. What a weird place the dorms seem after living off campus for half a semester.

But more entertainment was needed, it seemed. Anne wanted to watch Toy Story 2. So when she learned I can drive a stick, it was decided that I'd play designated driver guy (a new role for me, since I'm usually neither designated nor a driver) and drive us to and back from castle point. So George, Anne, and I set off to watch Toy Story 2. Anne fell asleep fifteen minutes into the movie, and George was fading fast too, so I drive them back. Drop George off, drop Anne and her car off. Anne's car is awesome. It shifts so well and stuff. It's been a few years since I've driven a stick, I'd forgotten how much fun they are. So then I walk back to fitz from turtle creek. I was having a nice peaceful walk (so rarely can you have those around here, most of the ones I've had were back to keenan from fitz after an almost-all-nighter). But it was not to last. Three girls walking back to campus behind me decided I was a hottie and that they needed to discuss me in very loud voices so that I would hear them. "Check out the hottie walking in the blue shirt and jeans" ... "I'd definitely hook up with him." ... "Is that a bowling shirt? I think it is. That makes him even hotter" ... and so on. This was all a new experience to me, so I found myself without a clue of what to do. So I turned around, gave them my best smile, and then continued my walk. Finally I made it to fitz, changed into biking gear, and returned home. Now it is time for sleep.