A Weekend In Words

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In my absence, my landlord filled the third bedroom. My new roommate graduated with an international studies B.A., is working a street campaign for Amnesty International, her DC contact is a friend from her days with AmeriCorps, and she wants to go to American for graduate studies. She will be forever known as Oshkosh in this journal to celebrate her roots. I've already mentioned that there in anecdotal gossip linking American students and craziness, and I'm trying to give her the crash course to DC (don't go to SE alone at night; metro is your friend, until it pantses you; everything costs more than you think it should; Adams Morgan is not actually on the metro; there's lots to do and most of it is worth doing). She seems nice and worth keeping; if this pans out, I will be blessed with two roommates who are nicer than me.

I did eventually make it to yesterday's Library of Congress book fair: I heard Azar Nafisi speak and then I was done. It was also raining like crazy. I wound up doing dinner with scifantasy and one of his pals, and incidentally discovered the solution to my beer problems: if I get a 20 ounce 5 beer sampler, I finish the set and possess the sunny disposition of the truly lightweight. I get bored with big glasses of the same thing, but if there's only four ounces of some dark larger-ish thing? Good times.

Tonight I make brownies from scratch. They are gooey and delicious and I may post pictures tomorrow. Tonight I am too hyper from the sugar rush.

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My roommates take my prickly self-absorbed ways in stride. (We all devoutly hope some of it's residual super-delayed adolescence that will be assuaged by a little more life experience. The prickly is probably forever, but at some point I ought to be able to at least fake less narcissism, yes?) I haven't mentioned WisCon to Oshkosh: a movie collection that includes Constantine and ID4 does not a fangirl make. If she tries to borrow fiction off me, then I will drag her into the cult of WisCon.