Saturday, March 20, 2004
Far Away In Time...lalalala
Music in Background: Cello Suite Number 6 by Bach
Feeling: Well rested
I lost the elections, but it was fun. Really. How the hell would I met Brado and Cindy, who I see everyday, about 3 times a day? And the all nighter that some of us pulled was interesting. It was like a reality show. Put some of the candiates and the people counting votes into a small tiny room without any windows and they're not allowed to go outside. The one that lasts wins. We were in that room for more then 10 hours, from 7:00 pm to 6:00 am. We got food and none of us slept the entire night. That made us sing to Saraaz's Kazaa playlist on his laptop, mostly 80's songs to keep Jeff happy about his young adult years. That was good since it stopped the jokes about how young I was switched to how old Jeff was. ("The women that I hit on are potenially younger then my car. That's scary.")
The next day I found out how it felt to be drunk. We stumbled out of the room, someone hit their head against the wall by walking into it. (Seriosuly.) and we were laughing for a long time at really stupid jokes. ("Hey, shampoo. Hahahaha.")
I was so out of it that I went home in -10 degree weather without a jacket and I was hugging a kettle to my chest without realizing it until I was halfway home when I noticed that people were staring at me.
Ending song: Echo Beach by Martha and the Muffins
Quote: "That red pizza dipping sauce tastes like ass."
Silence
"How the hell do you know what ass tastes like?"
"Umm, I don't know, but I'm guessing that it wouldn't taste good and like that pizza dipping sauce."
Feeling: Well rested
I lost the elections, but it was fun. Really. How the hell would I met Brado and Cindy, who I see everyday, about 3 times a day? And the all nighter that some of us pulled was interesting. It was like a reality show. Put some of the candiates and the people counting votes into a small tiny room without any windows and they're not allowed to go outside. The one that lasts wins. We were in that room for more then 10 hours, from 7:00 pm to 6:00 am. We got food and none of us slept the entire night. That made us sing to Saraaz's Kazaa playlist on his laptop, mostly 80's songs to keep Jeff happy about his young adult years. That was good since it stopped the jokes about how young I was switched to how old Jeff was. ("The women that I hit on are potenially younger then my car. That's scary.")
The next day I found out how it felt to be drunk. We stumbled out of the room, someone hit their head against the wall by walking into it. (Seriosuly.) and we were laughing for a long time at really stupid jokes. ("Hey, shampoo. Hahahaha.")
I was so out of it that I went home in -10 degree weather without a jacket and I was hugging a kettle to my chest without realizing it until I was halfway home when I noticed that people were staring at me.
Ending song: Echo Beach by Martha and the Muffins
Quote: "That red pizza dipping sauce tastes like ass."
Silence
"How the hell do you know what ass tastes like?"
"Umm, I don't know, but I'm guessing that it wouldn't taste good and like that pizza dipping sauce."
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