O.M.W.S.

Last night the third meeting of the Old-Movie-Watching Society convened and we watched the Philadelphia Story. Cary Grant and James Stewart! It was great. Witty repartee has certainly declined since then.

A day of fighting

And the meetings haven't even begun. Fight topics have included: whether or not a friend was overreacting, if I was being overly critical and not supportive enough, whether Blackkat, a group we let have a benefit party at Flux last week, should repaint our graffitied hallway or we should do it ourselves, whether we should get a new lock on the front door due to one lost set of keys.

oh yeah

and one very small fight: "Hey, I was using that pen!"
"I don't care, it's my pen and I need it and you took my seat anyway so screw you, go find your own pen."