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**Edited update**
Back. The rockycon was fucking stupendously amazing. I have never been in a room with quite so many freaks at one time. I have about 300 pictures of the whole thing. The parties were amazing each and every night, the last of which involved me introducing rocky spin the bottle and the bowl game to all the Midnight Insanity (long beach) and RKO (Rhode Island) casts. They very much appreciated the way that FBC throws down, with one of them stating it was the best party he had ever had. I played the role of Acid for a night, Emceeing the games. Someone once told me that Acid was me 10 years down the line. I am only a little terrified.
What else? The actual rocky showing was amazing, with the special RKO version of the movie played, and the first quarter of the flick in black & white (this includes the shadow cast). It was an amazing-fucking-weekend. There was plenty more that happened, but transcribing it to here is an undertaking I am not prepared to commit to. Besides, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Well, not if you ask, but thats the excuse Ill use to end this monster of an entry. Just know that it wasnt anything TOO bad. Nothing you wouldnt have done, thats fer sure.

This is Tristram S. Over and out

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Okay, Its high time I updated so I can be all active on here again, and stuff.

So, I finished the hardest term of my life 3 weeks ago. In the last week and a half I wrote about 72 pages for four classes, and completed two empirical research studies.

In my last two weeks of school I hardly slept. I was up almost the whole time, only taking 2-3 hour naps when I couldnt keep my eyes open any more. SUPER HARDKORE. Also, a goose tried to bite me.

I am really impressed with my self, which doesnt mean that I dont thank every god from Vishnu to L. Ron Hubbard its over. The stress is over, and I feel fucking euphoric.

But its been a while, so lemme recap a little.
Of note around the end of term was my obtaining a beautiful sword

from an antique shop outside of Bennington (my school town). The scabbard is velvet. Very decadent.

Also, drinking with Gish et al. And my mighty tower of alcohol (no, I didnt consume all that. I hate pbr). Saruman, eat your heart out.

Finally, my school had a prom themed dance. Naturally, I had to learn the dance from puttin on the ritz with Fenchruch and humberthumbert.

Then came all that horrible work. 4 speeches, 4 papers, two research projects, and one hyper-tetrahedron

later, I am through. Congratulate me, bitches.
Im sure other things also went down, but they are unimportant enough that I am not thinking of them, and most likely boring enough that you would stop reading, dear friend.

The most recent leg of my life has been home again. Glorious, glorious Boston. Ive been enjoying being able to slack off. The feeling of being able to waste a day just because I can fills me with so much joy that my little heart might just burst. Im back working at rocky as head of the props crew, I am seeing a ton of friends who I missed really badly (as well as making a ton of new friends to miss when I leave again), and I am going through my stuff at home, and throwing away a lot of old useless-crap. Ive also been hunting for a part time job, but it isnt going any semblance of well. No one wants to hire someone who is gonna leave in 2 months who can only work part time. Finally, I am taking argentine tango lessons. I hope I and my two left feet can handle it.

Oh! And I am shooting Sid for vice magazine. If I do well, I might be published. In print. That would be the Bees-Knees. Very excited.

Without further bullshit, I leave you now. I need to go pack, as I am leaving for Las Vegas in 6 hours. A Rocky Horror convention and 5 days of partying awaits me! I get back Tuesday in the early morning. Ill see you then, right?
RIGHT?

ps the Boston bbq was bad ass, and we are the most awesomest regional group. fear the Ostrich burger.