Let's talk about how there's a high chance of me having 1 friend next year because everyone I know hates this stupid university and they're all transferring out/or going to London for a year? How depressing would that be? I'd be in a freshman dorm with practically NO friends. Maybe I'll just pretend to be a freshman with...junior standing. Unless that's MORE pathetic (?) Anyway, I really hope next year doesn't suck. And I hope the fencing club doesn't die out. And I hope the club and I can make it until Mike comes back...even though hopefully I'll be going to France when he gets back, but that doesn't really matter.

I hate when I think of something I really want to tell someone and I can't. Like when I want to tell people that I had to ride the elevator with Grendle and he smelled really bad. And he was randomly on Day 8? And only Dave gets that because the only other person who would care is RANDOMLY in RANDOM St. Louis and I hope he calls me to tell me why because I have to admit I'm curious.

Apparently the cookies I'm eating have words on the back of them. I didn't notice. I hope they weren't trying to tell me something important, like that the stalker's going to kill me or something.

I saw him the other day. I turned around and ran away...SHUT UP. That's twice in a month. Wierd.

So I know you all care about our crazy fencing happenings, but last night we almost had a fight. It was intense. We heard a rumor that this new martial arts club was going to steal our room for the night? So after dinner and death milkshakes we went down to stake out our room and they started showing up and Jason was going to fight them. Hardcore was going to fight them. So luckily Mike shows up and goes in thru the back way and starts talking to the Yoga Lady. And the Yoga Lady, who has finally earned her keep, was refusing to give the random club the keys to the room because she always gives them to Mike or me, so she was asking for documentation. And the guy was really annoyed, but then again, he's a douchebag. And their whole club was really pissed--but sorry if we can't fence in any random room because we need pistes and equipment. And, as Jason said, "there's no sign above the room that says 'douchebag room'" So we kicked them out to some random dance studio in the other part of the gym and it was awesome. They had to carry all the mats and stuff. Haha, they suck. Fencing is so great! Then Jason and Mike had a 2 sabre v. broom bout. That always cheers them up.
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I'm not hanging out with fencers tonight for the first night in Syracuse in a long time. I feel wierd. BUT IF THEY'RE GOING TO DITCH ME NEXT YEAR I NEED TO TRY TO MAKE OTHER FRIENDS TOO.

ciao!