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I visited Wellesley College with darla.

First, we walked around the lake, and then we briefly interacted with grenadine in a library. Finally, I bought underwear at the Natick Mall, which has nothing to do with Wellesley.

Calvin Klein skivvies have increased in price by 25% (wtf), so I've abandoned my pet brand. Unfortunately, that means re-establishing sizing parameters. Three of the shorts I bought were made for someone with my waist and a two-foot-tall buttcrack.

I came home and bought a 4-piece travel set and two books from The Great Satan. Just before I finalized the order, I dug deep into their apparel section and found previous-generation Calvin skivvies for a decent price, so I bought two. They're indigo blue, and they're cut for normal buttcracks. See?*

Did you really think I was going to talk about my underwear more than about visiting Wellesley? It was overcast, cool and damp. All kinds of friendly rich white folk were walking their schnauzers.** I lost count of Porsche Cayennes. If darla hadn't told me about the lead-choked habitat, I wouldn't have known. Must be getting better after they cleaned up the paint factory's mess -- there were even some red-eared sunfish in the lake. Holy crap, is that a pretty campus. That place made me want the house in the woods something fierce. Made me miss college. Really, made me wish I hadn't been such a depressed wreck when I was in college. College is wasted on college students. Who could possibly get the most of out such an incredible set of opportunities when they're going through Second Adolescence? Anyway, all the trees had mossy barks, and all the saplings had buds on them, and the ground went squish. Some deranged students had beheaded a plastic dog. We found the big half next to the lake, and the little half floating.

You know, I'm really babbling. I don't know what it is. Also, I'd like to add, crap, it's like two in the morning.

Oh, I forgot to mention that grenadine pointed out a form-follows-subject project in the library: a book about Marie Curie, printed on lead leaves. There was a companion box, made of lead, stocked with little test tubes, each of which contained a lead scroll.

OH!! There was a creepy sculpture thing in the woods.