May 18-19, 2000 — Dances next to prisons: irony abounds

As entertained as I am with the fake journal entry for day four, I figured I may as well do a real one as well. Not that the content of the other one wasn't completely accurate, so consider this an addition to the other one...

May 18

After lunch, classes continued and nothing worth ranting about happened. We watched a movie with Brandon Fraser (or something?) in which he played a gay man trying to stop his sister from aborting her gay fetus. I'd never heard of it, but it was better than "The Mummy."

The entire minicourse campus was forced to go to the EMC dance, as is tradition. At least I managed to miss it the first year to go to the Bran Van 3000 concert...

This year's dance was a bit more entertaining than last year's, at least for a few minutes. Last year involved much hucking of cannonballs; this year, we'd go around dancing like psychopaths making everyone taking the whole dance thing seriously feel a bit more self-conscious. Or at least I hope so. The mosh pit, while short lived, and the breakdancing circle (don't worry, no actual breakdancing took place, but fake seizures and bad cartwheels made appearances) were highlights.

At the mandatory dance (across from the prison -- insert witty analogy here), I also got to hear the delightful story of the kids who got sent home for smoking dope in their room. Apparently their story was that the smell was caused by someone else, and that the maid had left the door unlocked allowing other people to sneak in and smoke drugs, somehow managing to lock the door back behind them afterwords. Hmm...

Unfortunately, harrassing people trying to enjoy themselves at the dance grew tiresome rather quickly and after hanging out with some of the more raver-ish campers and discussing the correct usage of "hoochie" for a half hour or so, the buses were leaving. Time flies when you're making fun of skanky girls.

After getting back, we tried to arrange an impromptu party in front of one of the dorms. It worked reasonably well until we were forcibly removed. Once again, people acting vaguely drunk and promising alcohol are very easily able to recruit people to do nothing more than holler and have group pictures taken.

May 19

Sunday was just a winding down of the week; I got a lot of email addresses and spread the word about anti-greg.com.

I got home and found the messages pretending to be me on the message board. I don't think it was very convincing, but I laughed at the addition of the period at the end of "Greg" in order to get passed the security in the message board. And it more than likely meant the person had to write the message twice, so I'm also glad to see that people dislike me enough to put that sort of effort in.

I have far too much work to do this weekend, and I'm supposed to go to a rave tomorrow night to take pictures with Andrew (realistically, I'm trying to get people to sign releases for the pictures and Andrew's taking the pictures, but I need to try and talk myself up here), which I don't much look forward to.

I also have to try and learn all the algebra from the past week since I know I'm going to be forced to write both tests fairly early on. I don't much care though; all my acceptances and scholarships are confirmed, so why even bother? I do have to make sure my English seminar is together for Thursday or Friday when we're presenting it though, since I don't want to take Heather and Jeremy along with me on my downward spiral.

I think I need to write up a mission statement for the site explaining the general anti-greg concept, since there's no reason people would get it if I barely know why the fuck I'm doing this. I also ought to better explain that the true launch of the site has yet to occur, so I'll have to get around to changing the welcome message to explain that... I'll add it to my list of things to do this weekend. A rather terrifying list.

Anyhow, in conclusion, keep the insults flying, but if you're going to pretend to be me, try and be witty about it. I'm sure there are plenty of brilliant jokes involving bodily functions, but I think you can do better.