Spell "Cheated"

B-E-E-C-H-W-O-O-D, perhaps D-I-X-I-E

They needed it, though. Familiarity breeds complacency. Especially familiarity with victory. Talk to any of the seniors. They're happy Williamstown 2-pointed Beechwood.

Meant to hunt down Kaitlin but it's not friendly over there. Alumni are not welcome, it seems. I always remember Swatch or Nick or Shane or any of a number of alumni showing up and I guess they got the same treatment. I got insulted for being at BOA and State last year, too. I figure my plan was to host some event and see her today anyway. Not dealing with all the little twats that form the band. On the bright side, the 5th place thing should have beat the arrogance out of some of them. They're starting to sound like Williamstown's parents. They don't badmouth other bands (Quite the opposite, actually.) but I don't remember us as a whole being assholes like that when I was in. I stood out then and now my ego seems normal. It's not good.

The final note on the whole Chateau du Cummings house sitting adventure: Easiest directions ever. I don't know that I've found a place 5 miles distant that easily before. Three turns from the highway is nice. Also, the Halo was pretty sweet.
Stevo showed up for a couple hours to join in the Halo last night. His uncle pushed some O'Doul's into his hands on the way out, I guess. I always told myself I'd never touch near beer but it wasn't half bad. It's no Sam Adams. Not by a long shot, but I'd take it over the average light beer. Of course, I said the same thing about tofu and a mix-up in New York had me eating that. It was deep-fried, it was in front of me. I couldn't help myself. Slimy and tasteless, but harmless so far as I can tell.