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For the past few months, Rod would change Leesa and Stephanie's facebook status any time they were foolish enough to leave their page unattended. A smorgasbord of stati invade their respective friends' news feed. The topics, though varied, would, more often than not, come back to "poop" related jokes. Eventually, Leesa and Stephanie begin to retaliate, changing Rod's facebook to status to poop-centric updates any chance they could. But their revenge was rarely fruitful; anytime Rod's status was changed, everyone would simply write it off as yet another ridiculous Rod antic. He was unstoppable, and, for some reason, impermeable to embarrassment or humiliation.

Frustrated, Leesa and Stephanie began to craft a facebook status that would truly teach Rod a lesson. They crafted a status that hinted at Rod having experienced a potential breakdown, resulting in an extended stay in an unidentified treatment facility. The prank, however, was ill received by the public, with an outpouring of concern and support. Eventually, Leesa's inbox (both computer and text) was flooded with agonized pleas: "Is Rod okay?", "What's going on?", "Is there anything we can do?", et all. The prank resulted in more work than laughs, as Leesa had to respond to every message explaining the joke that had gone horribly awry. Defeated once again, Leesa and Stephanie succumbed to the realization that perhaps there was no way of getting even.

On February 23, 2010 , Rod walked into his bedroom, only to be greeted by a particularly fowl smell. Investigation lead to a terrifying discovery: a mound of poop plopped on his bed sheet, assumed to have been left by the house cat. Shocked, Rod got to cleaning, confused over how and why the cat would commit such an atrocious act. But when attempting to update his facebook status or tweet the event, he was faced with an alarming truth: his Rod antics — his celebration of all things poop, and obsession with the satrically disgusting — would mean that no one (no one) would ever believe him, instead believing the event to be nothing more than a disgusting joke.

Somewhere, Leesa and Stephanie smiled.

SI,TW.

It's 3 am, and I'm sitting in my kitchen making Annie's and trying to write a film review. Today, I went to lunch with Hadas, helping her find the world's most perfect outfit in the process. Visited Claire Martin after, where we talked and took a nap together. The intimacy of a very long and complex friendship. Where to go from here?

People are slowly begin to go back to their respective schools/new lives/what-have-yous. Home is becoming something much different nowadays. Still, though, I find myself reminiscing, perhaps once too often, about the days when the bubble that extended from Marin to San Francisco was enough to keep me -- scratch that, all of us -- satisfied.

In other news, I'm pretty sure my dentist tried to kill me the other day. What a profession to take on, one in which you know that everyone who walks through the door is there only because they have to be. I was there about 6 months ago, and the same 1996 issue of Highlights magazine was on top of the dated, scarp stack. Seriously, a subscription to even Reader's Digest? Anything? Sorry, y'all, but I'm an anti-dentite and proud of it. Suck it, Tim Watley.

More.

What a night. So much discussed, not enough digested.

After two years of college, and a summer where we've all found ourselves scattered from oceans apart to states away, tonight may have honestly been the culmination of where everyone currently is; take that to mean whatever you want it to. Being in Keith's van, high out of my mind, with people I respect, love, admire, learn from, etc, is honestly the most purifying experience I could ever hope for right now. Nothing is clear with anything I'm doing, and there is a grounding that comes with surrounding myself with people that continue to support and push me. These friends have managed to pass beyond just mundane relationships - there is actual understanding here, and there is promise of more.

I'm currently sitting under my covers, trying my best to take in everything I've experienced/learned tonight. In addition, I'm outlining a film review, mapping out the future of what is becoming a more professional blog and watching old Batman cartoons. I am in ageless limbo.