So the most memorable thing that happened last weekend was totally spontaneous: Male Chicagoan and an upperclassman (his nickname is Panda, and that is how I will refer to him from here on out :D) dropped by to ask my roommate and me if we wanted to hang up orange ribbons around trees all over the campus as a way of protesting the recent cutting down of trees to make way for the new art building. (They make orange circles around the trunks of trees that are marked for cutting.) We all went out to do this at midnight in the cover of dark so that security wouldn't see, so it was all very espionage-ish. And a lot of us got creative and started putting ribbons around statues and benches and fallen branches and even entire buildings.

Though the lame thing is that almost all the ribbons got cut by the time I was heading to class this morning. So Panda has the idea that next time, we should stand on chairs so that we can tie branches that are too high for security to reach. :3

And weirdly, my weekend had a lot of ridiculous shoujo moments. The Female New Yorker of our group told me last weekend that she's been spreading the rumor that Male Chicagoan has a huge crush on me (though I think he just flirts with all girls...), and since (and even before!) then, they've all been teasing me like mad. The worst part was when the cracked out Beverly Hills Korean girl of our group started talking about her inability to seduce people and said, "Asians just aren't seductive!" And I made this Hellz No face (I was thinking of DBSK), though the rest of the girls interpreted it as my thinking that I'm capable of seducing people. Which led to them teasing me over and over about how I "got" Male Chicagoan, so of course I would think that. AND OF COURSE HE JUST HAPPENED TO BE SITTING TWO SEATS AWAY FROM ME AS THEY SAID THIS. AHJSJWHY. They may as well have just put a big KO over my head. ;_______;

And to add to all that the Ridiculously-Southern Texan of our group, who I don't think is even aware of all this, keeps saying that I'm secretly a pimp. And when he hears about this, he'll probably say it even more. I swear that my natural cutseyness just makes it seem as if I'm flirting with everyone. I'm not really a pimp! ;___;