would you think it was hot if i spread?

this weekend was interesting, suffice to say. i had "class" (aka debate practice) every day but sunday, which meant that my saturday started about four hours earlier than i'd have liked it to. and it began with a very bad rendition of the "fuck, fuck, fuck a duck" song at the top of my lungs -- i think my shower might have given me hypothermia. northwestern apparently decided to shut off all the hot water from thursday to tuesday - which made for very interesting showers. the girls in my dorm developed this technique by which we'd stand outside the showers soap our hair, and just dash in for ten second increments. needless to say, it was interesting. sunday was interesting too, rachel and i woke up around noon and wandered into town for lunch, only to come home and not move from our chairs until somewhere around 8 pm. i think my spine has been permanently compacted by the extensive amounts of time i've been spending slouched in my chair, working furiously at my laptop.

saturday night was hillarious however - the team went to dinner @ dave and busters in the city - only randall forgot that as none of us are 25, we can't really get in. as a result, we were basically sequestered in this little room at the top of the dining area with this guy who was half cruise director/half bouncer lecturing us on how we couldn't leave our "area" without permission. one of the highlights of the evening was definitely when he made us all put on these neon green wristbands so that we couldn't drink and then had us hold our hands above our heads to "show him our bracelets". i thought randall might explode ;). it was classic though, we weren't even allowed to use the restroom without an escort. it was sort of like being in a high security prison .... except for the fact that we were actually deep in the heart of an adult pleasure palace. the irony was not lost on me. we ended the evening @ the duck's apartment (which is practically on navy pier!) - complete with beer and the NDT video. i loved the way the duck would grudgingly hand us beers, but as he did so, he would be rattling off the nonalcoholic contents of the refridgerator. he's really quite a character.

as for debate in general, suffice to say that i'm still really scared. but that's old news, i suppose. in between massive amounts of work i've managed to become quite useful to my friends, settling roomate arguments, doing practice work interviews on the phone, offering relationship counseling, holding back people's hair as they are puking their guys out in the bathroom, and even managing to edit a few college essays. i think the best description of me would be "leaps giant buildings with a confident ease .... plus a little skip" ;). not really... but as usual, i love the natural high i get from being uber productive.

on other notes - my music taste is rapidly developing (yay!). you should download "anna begins" by the counting crows immediately in addition to "out loud" by dispatch and "life" by our lady peace. i'm ridiculously addicted to those three songs right now. ( i think they have been on repeat on my laptop for the past day.... those of you who've lived with me... know my tendency to exclusively listen to one particular song for a long time...) i've also discovered that i love music by: pavement, jump little children, the flaming lips, beulah, phantom planet mae, our lady peace and death cab for cutie. it's very exciting. leave me song recommendations.

yesterday the kellogg students started getting to campus for the beginning of grad school and all i am going to say is that they are gorgeous. older men definitely have this je nais se quois about them, they are so much more mature, accessible, interesting and captivating than guys our age. okay, okay, okay .... so maybelly the only guys i've had contact with this past week have been debate boys... (that might be a contributing factor to my level of impressed-ness with the grad school men). walking around campus in a skirt is definitely more interesting now that there are people who will flirt with you though, as opposed to the heinous construction workers who just catcall at you. (speaking of skirts -- i have been managing the impossible lately -- riding my bike to class in a skirt and heels. quite impressive, really ;) ). i can't wait till the rest of the undergrad population move onto campus!

i don't really know what else there is to add, i'm sorry rogers house is ending, it's been a really great experience. getting to know the upperclassmen has really helped me get acclimated to the university so much. and i'm really really going to miss the friendships that have begun to develop these past few weeks.... rachel and genna in particular. it's so nice having new, smart, fun girlfriends again. but all the same, i can't wait for school to start!

go wildcats: 11th in the country!

ps - "would you think it was hot if i spread" .... is in reference to the debate term of "spreading" or reading evidence at approximately 450 words per minute. i'm loving the lingo. (lol rajiv ;) ).

pps: LUCY! thank gosh you're back dweeb. and thank god for weekly scheduled phone calls with my ten best friends. best idea i've had yet. (seriously). i <3 you guys.

Y, serena
xoxo.