New blog layout

I changed the blog layout a bit. Please note that it is still incredibly girly and color-coordinated, but no longer quite so eye-hurtingly pink. Thoughts? (I haven't yet invented an appropriate alias, but I'm sure you can all tell who this is.)

Fred again. And seriously, don't be misled by CG. We had an extremely exciting Valentine's Day weekend. I turned 21, we had a birthday party, and was no alcohol. Instead, we sat in various combinations and positions that might have at times resembles circles, played guitar, and sang songs out of Rise Up Singing (which is an awesome book).

And we had so many parties this week. Last Tuesday, we had a potluck, with four guests. We wound up singing at that, too, show tunes mostly. We also sang, stridently and in an extremely high register, the Battle Hymn of the Republic. We woke up everyone else with that one, actually. And that party degenerated into a puppy pile, which would up staying the night on the fold-out couch bed.

Going even farther back, the Folk Fest after party was at the Space City the Sunday before that. It would up being a bit of a flop - not enough instruments, and not enough alcohol (can you guess how much? That's right - NONE) - but it wasn't a total loss because afterwards Karen, Margaret and I went to Wendy's for dinner (at 2 am) and then Margaret and I had a serious Homework Party. We actually slept and worked in shifts to each finish a 25oo-word midterm in fewer than 12 total hours.

Finally, moving forward in time again, as usual we had Saturday morning bridge - which actually was bridge, and actually ended at 2 pm this week. This aside, it was a good time, and perhaps in the near future there will be bridge, euphemistic, again.

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Apartment news aside, I feel compelled to point out that it is very strange to be 21. Yesterday, almost everyone I met over 21 said something along the lines of "So, I need to take you to the pub for a beer." And every single time, even the fourth and fifth - I had to forcibly stop myself from saying "But I'm not old enough." It was highly disconcerting to be old enough.

My sad, sad life.

Yo.

So, I'm CG, another resident of this so-called "Tea Space," (which is a tad odd, inasmuch as I don't really even like tea, but so it goes.) I've been told to update with this exciting news from our life. Or my life, rather. My sad, sad life.

So, I need to take out the trash. And I need to go to the grocery store. Now, these are the normal happenings of everyday life, the chores everyone must accomplish in order to get to the things they really want to do. But I'm really excited. I mean, I've seriously been looking forward to going to the grocery store all week, and I'm beginning to get enthusiastic about taking out the trash as well, and it's beginning to make me wonder about myself. I thought I'd gotten over the whole "I'm a weirdo who gets obsessed with weird little domestic things" when I worked through my passion for changing the sheets on my bed and my near obsessive-compulsive enjoyment of washing dishes, but no. No, it's gotten to the point where the highlight of my week is taking out the frigging trash.

Yes, it's nothing but high adventures here in the City of a Thousand Teas.

Welcome to the Space City

Where we can offer you a thousand or more choices in tea. The city has four current residents, and several honorary residents. Between the four residents, there is probably not a type of tea that we disdain to drink. Except Lipton. So please, get a mug of your favorite sort and relax with us. We like lots of visitors, the more interesting the better.

I am a resident, Fred, and am currently sitting in the box office waiting for someone to call and order tickets, procrastinating in general, or perhaps procrastinating on my analysis homework specifically. I'm sitting with honorary resident Margaret, who seems to be actually doing her topology homework. I'm thinking I need to follow her example... but it's so hard...