I want your Bode

I'd say that the events of the past 7 days qualifies the week for "memorable" standing.

Monday - First, still amazed at the fact that they got me Christmas presents and feeling the urge to return some of the joy they've given me, I decided to get my "roommates" some flowers (ok, maybe I was a little guilty from neglecting my LL duties as well). Rather than my usual Brattle St. venture, I decided this time to support BRYE but had to stake out the dining hall to find a time when none of those girls was around. Easier said than done, when there's work to avoid and that Sweet Potato soup is on the menu. But just flowers? Something a bit more personalized was definitely in order. Monkeybread fueled my inspiration; I nixed the idea of Hallmark cards and decided to pursue something a little more personal. Thanks, Chief.











7:02 AM Tuesday - Picking up the roses and dropping them off with the cards, I realize it's going to be a long day. Good thing we have Crispy Chicken Pad Thai, Skoren, and Babyfishmouth to keep us company later that night. Three well-placed tealights set the mood very nicely, in my opinion. Chocolate lips make it all worthwhile:

Wednesday and Thursday - Somehow, a little school happens here. Thursday is one of the longest academic days of my life, but I get through, and even end up enjoying the company of my tutorial peers. Actually, that was probably the most remarkable and unexpected occurance of the week. Am I going to enjoy this? At dinner I realize two things: one, my sleep deprivation-induced delerium has produced a feeling strangely like a joy to be alive; two, I'm actually going to this "Anything But Clothes" party, and need to put my Sara Cooper hours to good use.


Friday - I get by with a little help from my friend. Ultimately, time becomes a factor, and I resort to that old standby, the Chippendale's outfit; as it turns out, I bring more with me than most of the males who show up.


Saturday - Dancing in slightly more traditional fashion, but still fun. Compared to the rest of the week, square dancing is an extremely calm way to end things.


You know, if the bed were just a little bit wider, it really might have happened. Oh, and: best picture of the week. I think it sums everything up nicely.