George and pies and Pittsburgh

SO
Pittsburgh was great. Everyone loves M in college, he seems to have fans and admirers shouting his praises everywhere he goes. Like literally. MAYBE SOMEDAY I WILL GO TO COLLEGE AND HAVE FRIENDS TOO?

First we went to the 15th and 1/2 floor of the Cathedral of Learning and had to crawl/slide out a window in order to reach the roof. I REALLY enjoyed the roof. I think that if I went to college with a cathedral roof like that I would smack it up all the time. Apparently there is another window on the 32nd and 1/2 floor (or something like that), but that window is currently locked, but some juniors are thinking of buying a lock picking kit, so maybe I will get to see the 32nd and 1/2 floor someday. Since the building is 42 stories, lying down and looking up at all the other floors is equally as entertaining as looking down at the little people and little tables that look like lily pads and little buses. Both are great. I wish I had a Cathedral of Learning. In Olympia, A dorm is the tallest building with its ten floors. Not quite the same. Oh wells.

I also got to make friends with a praying mantis! Apparently they're an endangered species and it's illegal to kill them. We ended up sitting in a circle around the mantis on the ground outside the cathedral, watching it stab a beetle and teaching it to dance the Thriller dance (which it was surprisingly good at). The lock-picking juniors joined us, not because they knew anyone in the mantis-party but because praying mantises bring people together.

Operation find a frat party resulted in no parties, so after an estimated two hours of walking we decided to create our own, which in the end was probably more fun than a frat party could ever be. Five of us (A who is not Grant, R who has the worst pies in London (or so I hear), R's friend K, M, and me) played with cheese (well, R just played with peter, but the rest of us played with cheese) and then retreated to A's room where we attempted to play strip poker but failed miserably and opted instead for lying on top of each other on the floor and laughing at a lot of things which somebody really should have written down. But the most noteworthy part of all this was that K and me spoke in unison the entire night, had conversations in our head, and were basically soulmates. I have NEVER had that kind of instant connection with a stranger. It was weird. And wonderful. I friggin love that child. Yet another reason why I should just go to Pittsburgh already.

And I woke up the next day at FOUR THIRTY PM. Which is...not the crack of dawn. I have no idea when I went to sleep, but FOUR THIRTY. Practically quilquil time. While eating breakfast/dinner, this girl P (who none of us previously knew) joined the people we did know, and then when they left stayed with us, and she was...I do not even know how to describe her, but being with her for too long seems to have the same effects on the mind as moderate doses of drugs. Or at least I can assume so, from what I've read about the effects of drugs...right?? So when A walked in to L's room and found P on the ground and M and L and me lying on top of each other on L's bed (L is tall and Irish and has an Irish drum and his mom sends him Irish candy), he did not believe that we were sober. Until he heard P talk for a while, about cocaine and math parties and gazelles in trees and such. I need to learn how to play poker before I go to college. I have eleven days. Think I can do it?

After poker we had a laundry party at 2 am and watched some channel of obscure low-budget movie type things put together by students, and there is some STRANGE stuff on that channel. I enjoyed it.

AND on Monday I went to (my first ever!) college classes and went home. Which was a mistake. The going home part, not the classes, which was just free education.

So in conclusion:
Somebody needs to build a teleportation machine, or get some floo powder, or SOMETHING, because it would be handy to have an instantaneous and free way to get to Pittsburgh whenever I want to.