Remember how I said I was going to talk about that thing in Poughkeepsie Sunday night?
Yeah... no. Seriously, I don't see the point. It wasn't anything blogworthy. I just dropped in on Jordan for a couple hours and we had dinner at the Palace with his girlfriend and Other-Dan. We socialized, he made fun of me in front of his girlfriend, and I got to add her to the list of girls that feel sorry for me. Good times were had, but why make a big deal out of it? Come on, Jordan, is your ego so fragile that you need to be talked about on the interweb to feel special? At least you have a girlfriend to make you feel better about yourself. I'm at SUNYIT, with its 80-20 guy-to-girl ratio. I spend my Friday nights alone, jerking it to Japanese porn. You're not the one who needs validation here.
Anyway, aside from that, Schunk has apparently moved to a new house/apartment/hole in the ground. At least, I think that's the case. It was difficult to try to get him on the phone, and when I called him back to find out the address, he didn't pick up. So, our ultimate showdown will have to wait until spring break or something, I guess. Or maybe I'll drop in during finals week. You never know.