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I went museuming today by myself. It was nice to go at my own pace and look at all the things behind the glass. There's a real tranquility in museums--how predictable they are, how the painted white backgrounds to exhibits display whatever artifact it's showing so starkly. I'm a sucker for dioramas, along with ancient roman stelae and old christian woodwork, both of which were in the museum in abundance. I took a look at the souvenirs, decided I could get it for much less at the local pound store, and went on my way.

I got a coronation chicken sandwich that was delicious. Hours later, the mayonnaise was making my tummy cry. Still, I managed to re-read/annotate half of my readings for my Islam course, like a boss. I had some tea and lay there via skype as the Ninth Street Hooligans decided who the new officers would be. I am the new spirit chair and party planner.

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This...is amazing. I feel like I actually have a role in the Hooligans now. I know I was there since it's birth (every pizza party, every hopeful concert, every den of inequity) and I know I'm a respected member, but now I can give back tangibly. As sappy as this may sound,I love the Hooligans like they're my own family. I plan on giving them a big group hug when I'm back at Scripps.

Seven days, and so much to do.

Eeeeeek.