The weekend started with Japanese. I walked out of my super-cute TA's class content with the world and everything it had to offer me this weekend. I was productive.Friday night, I went to the first Plan2 party of the semester: the graffiti party. Everyone had to wear a white shirt and bring a marker. By the end of the night, I was covered in writing from Sharpies and highlighters and I had the pleasure of dancing with the cutest girl on the dance floor (who just happens to be a dear friend), who had on a whim decided she no longer felt shy at parties. I'm keeping that shirt as a memory of how cool the night was.Saturday: I was productive, despite the fact that Small Paul came over and I introduced him and Mikey to Counter-Strike. The boys got their first rounds in as terrorists on Office and the new Militia (which I have to hand it to Valve, they've done it again: it's the only modern game that looks good and runs well, AND is well designed, on my antiquated hardware). Never before has watching suicide missions with Paras and Dual Berettas been so much fun. That night I passed on a night clubbing downtown and spent the evening at Rick's instead, doing what always goes down at Rick's: watching wacky Internet videos and playing obscure new games. And Sunday I was productive yet again: it's really amazing how much I got done this weekend without feeling a bit overworked. I think the easy Friday has a big part to play in that. When I wasn't doing homework or playing through We Love Katamari again, Tim and I went to the Drafthouse (a place I'm starting to love chillin' at) to catch the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen: I'll link it to save us all some time. All I can say is this: Go get 'Trapped in the Closet.' It's a fucking riot. But what am I to do now? It's midnight on Sunday. Thankfully, classes don't start until noon tomorrow, and all my work's done, so it's time to wrap up the weekend in style: I'll be watching Hustle (my recommended TV show this year) and sipping on a highball of amaretto.Oh, wait. That'll happen after I try to finish the weekend with Japanese. See, my TA from last semester, this awesome native guy named Wakao, has a Facebook account, and he's friends with his students who are his biggest fans. So when he asked in his profile how everyone's new classes are, I wrote on his Wall (in Japanese) "my new teacher is pretty." And I just got a message in reply to that writing. It said (translating from Japanese): "Your new class is fun? Who's the 'pretty' teacher? :)" Talk about being connected to your teachers. UT's Japanese department rocks.So in the end, I hope your weekends have all been as good as mine, because if they have been we'll all be in a dandy mood this week. Oh, and don't get trapped in any closets.