Avalon

So, I'm thinking about growing a mustache or whatever you'd like to call that thing that grows on my upper lip. I know, I know, it's absolutely atrocious and truly awful. I know it looks terrible and creepy. I know it just looks like I have some dirt on my face. But I still want to do it because, I mean, why not? What do I have to lose?

We got our final member of unit 14 today. Philpot. Phil is apparently a legend on Res. This is his third year on Res and everyone knows who he is. He's an outrageous character. He's also a pro snow skier, hence, why he's been gone for the first three weeks of Uni. He's been off skiing around Europe and such. No big deal. He seems like a pretty fun guy to be around, and I hope so, since he's the next room over. But let me sum up the legend of Philpot in just a few sentences. Last year he was an RA and got sacked (fired) for "encouraging drinking games and excessive alcohol consumption among the residents." Living up to the legend, he got completely blind (drunk) tonight around 8 pm and has been a very outspoken and unreserved person. I'm not against this, I'm just against this being an everyday event. However, he did invite me to go to the beach with him and his mates in the next few weeks to have a crack at surfing. "You can't go to Australia and not at least try to surf," he told me.

I killed it in my narrative and text class today. We were discussing a short story and picking apart the layers of literary devices. Luckily, my ENG 351 class last semester made me sharp and ready to go to town on the layers and layers of subtext involving a monkey's paw. I was so keen. Killed it. Go me. And thanks to my professor, Matt Calihman for being so expecting so much of us last semester. Shout out. Whoop.

Next.

I realized that I've been writing a cookbook in my free time here. Watch out Springfield. I'm going to wreck your tastebuds when I come home. I came up with four different meat loaf recipes today. Get amongst it.

Teish came into my room last night and told me she couldn't figure out how to get into bed. Short sheeting: success. So I did it again tonight.

Lastly.

I've been having the worst time getting to sleep. I toss and turn and think about life. I do a lot of soul searching when I should be sleeping. Even with sleeping meds. It just doesn't get it done.

So, remember, the next time you make a beef wellington, serve it with port gravy.
(40g butter, 1/4 cup flour, 1/4 cup port wine, 2 c beef stock)

~D