My roommates used to call the three of us 'the Flat-Chested Virgins of Room 104,' but after this weekend I'm going to be the only one left, because Zephyr has never actually been flat-chested and Leah went to visit her boyfriend this weekend with the understanding of not coming back as a virgin.
In my biology class, we raised butterflies, and I took two butterflies once they had pupated, and for days now the butterfly named Victoria has been trying to rape the butterfly named Rumpelstiltskin. Also, Rumpelstiltskin has laid eggs, and I have no idea what to do with them.
On Saturday I picked up two new species for my collection - a great horned owl and some sort of grebe. The owl is just beautiful. Specimens don't usually make me sad at all, but owls do, a little. Owls are too pretty to die.
Today, my mom and I started running, following some guidelines for people who really, really can't run, like us. We ran for one minute, then walked for two minutes, and repeated that cycle ten times. My brother, of course, thought we were pitiful, but that's because he actually can run. I don't know how it is that we can hike two hundred miles, or climb Kilimanjaro, but can't run, but that's the way we are.
Mainly, though, I wanted to write about the Civil War Ball. Oh yes.
The Civil War Ball was on Friday, but I haven't gotten a chance to write until now. Regi and her friends have been going to it twice a year for years, but this was my first time. And it was fantastic. Really, that's the way dances should be. There was actual dancing, not just, you know, throwing a bunch of people in a loud dark room and letting them mosh together. But we didn't have to actually know how to do the dances, because we were taught each dance just before dancing it, and the steps were called out. I think my favorite dance was the Virginia Reel. And I'll try not to babble on about the Civil War Ball and how much I enjoyed it, because otherwise I'll end up writing pages of babble that will be very boring to you.
I do have to mention, though, that everybody wore gloves and nice clothes - there was enough diversity in just how fancy or how period people's clothes were that nobody was an uncomfortable outlier, though - and I wish I could show you how I and my group looked, but the photo looked weird and scary when I blurred people's faces out for privacy. 'We match!!' Regi said when she saw what I was wearing. 'Your scarf is brown and my dress is brown - we should go as a couple!!!!!!!' Typical Regi, saying such freakazoidy things before her boyfriend shows up.
Regi's dress was this brown Victorian thing that was so very Victorian that Leaena wanted to give her some sort of cyborg-blasting gun and make Regi all steampunk, and use that for Hallowe'en, and then we had to explain what steampunk is.
So apparently Leaena likes dictating what other people are being for Hallowe'en, even though she's not entirely sure what she's going to be herself. And apparently she's not going to be a Dalek and parade me all around town with an ensemble of similarly-themed nerds on Monday night, so I don't know why I went to all the trouble of assembling the costume that she insisted I have. I am annoyed at this, and may even become angry if Hallowe'en is too much of a disappointment. All the way back in April, Leaena told me what I had to be for Hallowe'en, then left me to my own devices to make that happen, and I've done quite a bit of work making that happen, and they had all damn well better appreciate it and not just be like 'Oh, hey, Doctor, nice costume, I'm a zombie, and now we're just going to sit around the house and give out candy because it's Monday and we have school tomorrow.' I don't know what I'll do if that happens, but I will be highly displeased.
Anyway, the Civil War Ball was awesome, and I'll be sure to go from now on, because that's the way dances should be et cetera et cetera.