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I know, that didn't happen today, but yesterday's entry was already long enough, and this bit felt a little out of place, like a song better saved for release as a b-side on a single.

In the afternoon, I ventured to campus to see a free Eve 6 concert, which is good because... they were not-good. It was... amusing to hear songs I liked from their first album in 1998... until they butchered them with different lyrics, poorly placed instrumental breaks, and awkward crowd banter. The experience was upgraded from barely tolerable to enjoyable, though, by the opportunity to see many of my friends outside of the typical scenarios of "hanging in room," "seeing a movie," or "eating out." Unfortunately, after the not-good concert that I was able to appreciate for reasons having nothing to do with the band, things got not-gooder.

As I walked him home, Sean explained that he had decided it best that we dissolve our relationship. Upon considering all the changes about to occur in his life, he had come to believe that he would not be able to give us the time we deserved. This was a disappointing moment, to say the least. Not only had I not seen it coming, but I had actually recently thought, "It's refreshing to be in a relationship in which not seeing each other every day is not a big deal. I appreciate this degree of maturity." I had obviously thought too soon. Naturally, then, I was shocked and sad, but Sean's reason was a noble one, so, in my relatively speechless state (I would need more time to process everything), I thanked him and we parted. Having earlier told Chris L that I was going to spend the evening with Sean, this new development since left me free for the night, so I headed to Kimball.

With a desire to not go home, and a bit of a "live for the moment" attitude, I agreed to join Chris L and Hon Mun L in experiencing Exotic Erotic, a flesh-themed party involving a very low number cap on the amount of clothing one can wear. It was crazy (no, really - the cops shut down this annual party about an hour after we took our places in the half-hour line to get in), and we didn't stay long, but I enjoyed it because it was one of those things you just have to experience to know if it's worth the hype. In this case, I think the key to enjoying the party rested in enjoying the hype itself. Mindless, influenceable, bandwagon-hopping drone? Perhaps - for this one event. Of course, adventuring with friends probably enhanced this party too, but is it really so wrong to enjoy the phenomenon of hype? On occasion? Consciously?

Tonyanna had been on holiday in London for a spell and caught a case of the nostalgia. She reminded me of the unique challenge we had faced keeping in touch when she was studying in Oxford the quarter after we had become great friends. (You, me, and the man behind the tree. Ha-HA! ). It really was a feat, and I too am glad we kept in touch over such a great distance.

In the spirit of seeking happy nights to happy days (Chris L's Shakespeare reference, not mine), I stayed on campus a tad later than I should have to hang with my Kimball posse. It is very difficult to justify passing up an opportunity to do that when such opportunities will soon be gone.