It's been a while. It certainly has. The week after the election was a race against time to finish all my homework and reading that I neglected over Fall Break (in favor of getting two paper written) and on election night (in favor of, you know, being able to tell my grandchildren that I didn't spend the most important night of my sophomore year in the library).
That Friday was fun, though, I went to watch Pride & Prejudice (the inferior but still good Keira Knightly version) with a friend of mine from Freshman Orientation Week who I ran into, essentially for the first time since then, on the train back from Newark. She's a tea snob, and so the evening consisted of drinking Russian Earl Grey out of bone china. She also had silk carpets on her dorm room floor. Yeah.
Anyway, the whole experience led me to realize (for the second time) that I don't prefer Colin Firth over Matthew MacFadyen as Mr. Darcy. They play him very differently, so it's difficult to compare the shy Mr. Darcy who speaks before he thinks with the haughty Mr. Darcy who is trying his best to get over the elitism he was born with. It helps that they're both really handsome. I mean, when does that not help? :)
The rest of the weekend was spent on homework. (Ex)RussianRoommate, Roommate J, and I went to see the Princeton South Asian Theatrics fall show. It was okay; cute accents, so-so acting. Then we went and painted mugs at the awesome literally underground café. Mine is pretty ugly, but covered in inside jokes having to do with the faux a capella group that Roommate J, CC, HaHa, and I are founding. It's called "[Nom de Plume] and the [collective ethnicity of my other roommates]s."
This week was less of a sprint to the finish, but it was still great to reach the end of today and know that all I have on my slate for the weekend is going to watch the Triangle Show. I flirted with the thought of going to the NYC version of tomorrow's nation-wide California Proposition Eight protest. I may still go, but the weather forecast is for a 100% chance of thunder storms, although it will be unseasonably warm. If I wake up and it's beautifully sunny, I'll go. If not, I'm there in spirit. It really was difficult to feel completely happy on November fifth about the end of one kind of inequality when many of my friends were still feeling the impact of another form of inequality.
Unrelatedly, last night Roommate J and I went to a salsa party on The Street in an eating club we had never been to before. It was to use our new moves more than anything else, especially since the last salsa class was on Wednesday, but we ended up having a lot of fun, and we ran into our dance instructors and the male dance instructor's girlfriend, as well as another girl from our class, so it felt like a final exam and we passed spectacularly well.
Next Friday we're continuing to expand our social horizons by going to the annual Drag Ball. I have my outfit all planned out, but somewhere I need to find suspenders.
At any rate, tonight I have a French New Wave film to watch to see if I want to do my oral presentation on it, and then an Almodóvar film to watch to clear the bad taste from my mouth if the French one doesn't work out. I'll buy cookies. In fact, I'll buy cookies now. Farewell.