| Craziness |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|01:36 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | House | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Eric Clapton | ] |
My mother just joined the minute men - for those of you not following the US/Mexico immigration stuff, that's basically a bunch of hicks who sit at the border line and shoot anyhting that's not white. She's buying a gun, and anxiously awaiting deployment as I write this... it's time's such as these that I really, really miss Albion. |
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| Justice Has Been Served |
[Mar. 23rd, 2006|04:13 pm] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Explosions in the Sky - Magic Hours | ] |
Today, I found out that Dr. Perusek may be fired for boning some student(s). He might also by lynched, and someone may also burn down his house. Ken Snyder had to stop some class of his and escort that dirty fucker out to Campus Saftey, where they viscously (and justly) beat a confession from him (oh, how I wish). I have speculated all along that Perusek has been using his position to get sex out of some bitchy undergrads, but now we finally have the confirming evidence! Send him to Hell, I say. That man is worse than useless, and is a drain on Albion student and faculty minds alike. I think this is by far the best news I have gotten all semester.
Coupling this turn of events with a great spring break and a double date tommorow, I think that this might have been the best week of my entire life. The house is clean, school is going smoothly, Perusek is on the way out (along with Durham, maybe?), work is a-mazing, new girlfriend, tanned up, Zingermann's tommorow night.... can it be any better? |
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| Score |
[Mar. 20th, 2006|07:57 pm] |
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| |  loved | ] |
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| | The New Pornographers - Ballad of a Comeback Kid | ] |
Jason: 1
Colene: 0
Against the most well-reasoned odds, I still prevail. Go team me. |
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| Attack of the Killer Squirell |
[Feb. 20th, 2006|09:38 pm] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sensual Woman - The Herbalizer | ] |
Mondays are always the longest and most ardous of my weekdays. By the time I get out of vascular plants lab, I usually expect that I can traverse home and collapse for a well deserved and well needed mid-day nap, undisturbed. Little did our humble narrator know that today, a fiendish mammal would disturb his pleasant rest.
Sometime around 4:30, as I recall, I heard a disturbance from the bathroom/loft area - I was briefly roused from my slumber, but quickly returned to a delightful coma. Not much later, the noise was much closer, and much louder. I woke again, expecting to discover Bell Hooks (the kitten) wresting amongst my laundry. Much to my surprise, a very large, red-eyed, black squirell had breached the defenses of my 2nd level fortress and had managed to trespass into the very core of my sacred domain. No sooner had I recognized the threat to my property, and the beast was upon me. Fortunately, I was able to sheild my preciously naked body from its scythe-like claws and razor teeth with an impressive tower of blankets and pillows.
I made a hasty retreat to the bathroom, where I quickly assembled some make-shift armor from old gym clothes. The process threw me into a bloodrage and I hurled myself into the ta'en den to do combat with the dark beast. For nearly twenty minutes we clashed amidst dirty clothes, a partially over-turned bed, some books, and an array of containers. Despite its great size, my assailent was limber and hasty, though not altogether bright. Though I rained many blows down upon it, the beast nimbly dodged my brezerked attacks. Eventually, we reached a sort of standstill when it retreated to the loft to hide within the unassembled parts of a desk my mother had bought me - a veritable labyrinth of wood, metal, and pointy things. Disappointingly, only the gods boure witness to my conflict, and had one of us fallen in combat, surely days would pass before the mortal coil was aware of either absence.
During this respite, my rage subsided, and I took some time to appropriately reclaim my room and establish dominancy. I continued to fortify myself, taking on the helm of Petzl, and brandishing the Bo staff of Kuntaw. I also dug out my old eskrima sticks for additional assault power, attached a 'beaners worth of chaulks for thrown weaponry, and readied an areosol can and my lighter, in case this went to the trenches. I also adorned myself with several LED lighting devices, to blindsight my foe and then overcome him.
Having taken up the armor and brandishings of squirellbane, I set out into the loft to once again confront the vile creature. Using my LED spot, I could see that it, too, had used the repite wisely, creating a padded hovel to withstand my onslaught. I considered using the make-shift torch, but that seemed too drastic for a first assault. Instead, I bombarded it with various chaulks until it was lured from the redoubt. I think that the squirell now realized that if it didn't do something drastic, one of my many death-dealing kill-machines was going to shorten its lifespan (which guessing by its size, was already above average).
It darted along the wall, and spanned the gap downstairs in a single bound. I pursued, following its bushy tail into the main room, where it jumped from speaker to speaker, and all around, only being grazed by my precision swings. Eventually, when it had the opportunity, it seemed to vanish from my sight and all was calm. I searched for its body, but to no avail. Based on its route of escape, I thought that it went out the ceiling.
I shed my armorments and returned to sleep, comfortable that my foe had been thwarted. No more than an hour later, though, and I heard another rustle from the loft... I wasted no time in assembling the arsenal. This time, comrade Geer joined the fray, and we cornered it in my room after an extended chase downstairs. After some confusion, I managed to prod it right out the window, and out of my life forever. Apparently, it had hid behind the TV, in some little-known cubby hole, waiting to strike. Well, no more! Casa de Lindberg is now free from its vile clutch and we can all live in peace again, now without the fearful threat of Squirell-zilla. Henceforth, I shall be known as Baby Jason, the Squirellbane, and whenever I see one of these demon-beasts (be it in my own home or in the wild), I will make it my business to eradicate them. Glory to Tyr! |
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| Dance joyously with me! |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|04:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pete's Mo Town | ] |
Halle-mutha fuckin'-lujah! |
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| Izze and Ryan are so great |
[Feb. 15th, 2006|12:59 am] |
So, I am at the library right now with my two most favorite people: Izze and Ryan. They are so great. Izze is an a-mazing librarian, I trained her well, but she has surpassed all expectations, and I award her the title of master. Ryan is probably the best raquetballer I have ever played.
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| Right on the Edge |
[Feb. 6th, 2006|11:47 pm] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Detroit, Lift Up Your Weary Head! - Sufjan Stevens | ] |
So.... working on this species report for P. occidentalis, aka American Sycamore, Plane Tree, and Buttonwood. Now, my assignment reads: "Lindberg (Buttonwood)" - and the most common tree species with that name IS P. occidentalis, however, there is a Florida native, C. erectus, which goes by the same handle. Now, considering that C. erectus is endemic to S. Florida (where we are going), that the course title is "Ecology of Subtropical Florida", and that most (if not all) of the presentations are related to Florida's native and endemic species - did I just waste the latter part of my day creating a (mind-blowingly awesome) presentation? I think so. Worse still, I am about to pass out from Nyquil overdosing, and the source data on C. erectus is limited, and dismissive at best. So now I have two "Lindberg (Buttonwood)" presentations in the mix, and the P. occidentalis is WAY better. It, too, is also found in Florida (and the entire Eastern Seaboard and many Great Plains states). Conversly, C. erectus is pitiful in terms of scope, scientific relevance, and a-mazingness. I desperately need to find some magical source! Fortunately, I ordered a 5 volume series on endagered and native biota of Florida via MelCat about 4 days ago, and if everything works just right... it will be in my hands before Thursday. With any luck, this will be my Holy Grail, the redemption I need to escape the fiendish workings of ignorance.
I wonder if Skean would let me get away with just presenting P. occidentalis, or maybe I could do both.... that would be the best scenario, probably. You see, there is a carrot on the end of the stick - the class votes for the best species report, and if you win, you get The Comfy Chair, which is comparitive to the one used in Monty Python's "Spanish Inquisition" skit. If I fail to achieve victory, I'm stuck on these squating stools, which leaves one rather sore after 3 hours of non-stop Biology.
Regardless, I'm still furious that I wasted so much goddamn time. I could have read the entire rest of "Silent Covenants" or "Oranges" by now if I hadn't squandered my resources on a faux presentation. Fuck.
But, on the bright side, I did sell two sweet propositions to Dr. Skean today:
1) Unrestricted access to both Kresge and Palenski Halls, 24/7 - including labs and expensive things
2) A botany trip to Red River Gorge. Skean wants to look at some rare ferns and lycophytes there, and I, of course, want to climb and eat Miguelle's pizza. If everything works out the way I want it to, I get to do both, and Skean is my belayman. Plus, the school picks up our tab
So that's all good. I think Skean might be my contact in the Biology department. He and I get along very well, and I've distinguished myself as an amatuer botanist to him, which I think he grooves on. He told me the other day that I could probably have a career in Botany, if I decided to pursue it - I'd probably go for Tropical Medicine, but I haven't given it much thought yet. And enough thought anyways! I'm going to bed. |
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| New Year? |
[Jan. 1st, 2006|02:33 am] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tom Waits - Sea of Love | ] |
I just spent new years cracking a few brews with Thomas O'Neil, Matthew Lundy, and Meghan McWatters. We watched Zardoz (again). It was magnificent, even more so when under the influence. |
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| crazy |
[Dec. 18th, 2005|11:08 am] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | David Bowie - This is not Amerika | ] |
In response to G.W. Bush's recent authorization of the NSA to conduct warrantless wire tapping, my mother said, "It's so 'they' can get terrorists, and eliminate security threats".
Reducto: "Every conversation is scanned for key words. Here, give me your phone, I'll show you."
Harvey Birdman: "Umm...
Reducto: "Hello. Mail bomb."
Harvey Birdman: "Uh, heh... um..."
Reducto: "Assassination."
Harvey Birdman: "Hey, can I have that back? I just remembered-"
Reducto: "Fertilizer."
Reducto: "-I'm almost out of minutes."
Reducto: "Same-sex marriages. Patagonia. Nader for President."
Harvey Birdman: "See, nothing happened. Nobody's monitoring these things!"
Phil Ken Sebben: (overlooking them) "Huh, I always took Reducto for a libertarian." |
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| Fucking MPT |
[Dec. 10th, 2005|06:48 pm] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 'Brary | ] |
Tonight, in about 5 minutes, I will turn in a paper and take an exam, finally ridding me of Perusek and all of his associated evil. God, if you are there, please strike that man down with righteous lightning, the world desperately needs it. |
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| Oh Canada... |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|06:23 pm] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Library | ] |
If anyone is down for a weekend of vice, I'll be absconding to Windsor, Canada for the weekend and anyone with the appropriate form(s) of ID is welcome to join. |
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| An Obligation..... |
[Sep. 28th, 2005|12:01 am] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Silence - Deep Meditaion in the Braritorium | ] |
Leave your name and
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST. |
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| Climbing = Activity of the Gods |
[Sep. 17th, 2005|03:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Verve - Bittersweet Symphony | ] |
Over the past few weekends, I've been working quite a bit on honing my climbing skill into a deadly force, the likes of which none may ever reckon with. Obviously - I'm not there.... yet. I've been noticing a lot of improvement in my strength and technique recently, and I think it is safe to say that I am adding "Become a world class climber" to my life's to do list (not to say that it may not have already been on there).
I've realized how inadequate and lame our facilities at camp are, too. I think I have decided not to work there anymore, and instead only to pursue real opportunities at original, challenging, super fun places - like Sea Base, or the Internat'l camp. Most likely, this will continue to better me.
I think that I'm also starting to take school more seriously... I've been learning a lot in 2 of my classes, which I really enjoy, but I have absolute and completely hateful loathing for the other two. I also think I am starting to get much more out of useful professors. I've been hanging around Baumgartner and Menzies a lot recently, and seem to constantly be gleaning information. I'm getting very into the material in Hegel, Marx, and Neitzsche - pretty cool dudes.
I like this year better than last year, so far anyways, being more involved, more educated, more everything. I feel much more complete and a lot more self-sustaining. The people that I have made friends with are all pretty decent, too, some of them really cool - but I like how I have synched down my circle of friends (Pete, Thomas, Ryan, David), and hope to make just a few additions in the near future (Paul is a good candidate).
I must be off though, faithful LJ readers, as I have a shower to take and a concert to attend (another nice thing about this year, much more to do). ~ Jason |
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| Good Start, I Hope? |
[Sep. 8th, 2005|06:15 pm] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Silence of the 'brary | ] |
Things on campus are taking off way more crazy-like than last year. With Cuyar gone, Rimple and I have had the reigns of the libertarian club, which is growing rapidly in membership, drawing from other parties even, and experiencing a lot of new changes. I am looking forward to the "Operation Cease Fire" protest, and who knows, maybe we'll all be arrested? It's exiting to think about all the different ways we can steer the club and what we can accomplish (which, so far, is looking like a lot). I also think the whole experience is enhancing my friendship w/ Rimple as well. Despite the fact he is a horrible, filth-ridden fuck up, I think I like the guy.
The climbing club is rockin' out pretty hardcore as well. I was aware of Paul's existance last year, but never really talked to him. Now, I find that I admire him and am looking forward to the weekends at Planet Rock and elsewhere. I've also been able to meet some neat new people (Michelle, Ryan, etc.) via climbing, which is nice, as it is one of my all time favorite past-times. New people are always interested too.
One other interesting thing that seems to differentiate this year from the last is my attachment to Albion. Granted there are still many things I could care less for, I think I really love the library, like with an intense passion. I had a lot of fun exploring all of the super wierd and scary parts of it with Ryan the other day.... crazy! Ironically, and I believe David shares the same sentiment, living off campus is kind of bittersweet - we both feel kind of detached from the students and general campus, but at the same time, I know I don't want to be on campus, and this detachment provides a certian focus for me, and I think this year is going to be very productive. |
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| Things are looking good |
[Jul. 24th, 2005|09:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Camp Greilick Hymn | ] |
I recently spoke with Connie Smith, director of Res Life, and it appears as though David and I will be either off campus or in Burns next year, all thanks to the mere submission of a single form on time. Hopefully, I'll know by monday what the apartment/house scene looks like in Albion and we'll be able to decide between that and Burns. Sorry to Thomas and Schroeder for leaving you dudes in the gangsta dust but this is one gravy train I'm not going to miss. With any luck, you'll get roomed with some cool swinger-types and there will be a new addition to our circle of friends, although the probability of that happening is quite low, considering the proportion of D-bags at Albion... In other news, Tom has departed us in search of new adventures in Virginia, and I am now the only returning staff member at the tower. Adam has realized his incompetence, and has receded to a position fit for a lap dog - all day long he simply fetches me slushies, ice creams, caribeaners, rope, and the like. I'm the man in charge now, and in the infinite wisdom of Mel Brooks, "It's good to be the king". This weekend I leave for Detroit to attend a concert - some orchestra is playing scores from the Final Fantasy games (This is going to be sweet). I've been saving up the bling I've been getting from camp and my benevolent Father, and have now built up quite the nest egg. Speaking of Dad, he and I, along with Gabe Wallace and Sage Hahn, played an exellent round of golf today out at Mistwood. I came about 7 inches from hitting a hole in one on a par 3, I was amazed at the quality of the shot. Anyways, it turns out that ever since summer camp I have been quite satisfied with life and have also been very busy. Minus a brush with dehydration, a few detestible scouts, and a few other things, things are well. Granted I haven't seen a lot of my friends, but I guess it can't be helped. I'm looking forward to Albion in a few weeks and getting back together with all of you. Pete - I expect to see you in TC withing 2 weeks time so we can chill. |
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| Life in General |
[Jul. 9th, 2005|10:18 am] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Daft Punk | ] |
So, national inspection was on Friday at lovely camp Greilick. The tower has about 50+ regulations it must meet, and we had a long and tribulating inspection, but the entire camp passed with flying colors, and for the 30th year in a row, Greilick is a nationally accredited camp, and has yet to miss a single national standard. The west face of the tower is nearing completion, and this last week was very successful for our first week with campers.
My area director, Adam Brigham, is a gigantic dousche bag, though. He has never been to the top of the tower of power, as many chit lin's and collie greens have done before him, due to his fear of heights. He has many learning disablities, including extreme dyslexia, which would be fine if he were a camper, because then I could work around it, but as it is, he is teaching disabled and probably Greilick's worst counselor ever. Yesterday he was practically handing out the merit badge to anyone that came through the area. As my older brother has put it, he's worse than useless. He also has a growing obsession with the technology area of camp, and is constantly babbling on his amateur radio. Once again, this would be fine, except he has superseded his job with radio bibble babble, and it bothers me that he knows more about that than his own area. Last tuesday he called in sick, claiming to have symptoms of Norwak virus, which ravaged camp Greilick last year while I was away to sea base. He miraculously recovered in 24 hours. Not to mention he has an almost incestuous relationship with his sister, who is a total ho-bag. She was out at the tower a few times last year when he volunteered, and I thought they were dating hardcore. Now, I know the horrible truth, and it freaks me out. I find his relationship with his sister to be quite ironic, as he just about admitted he was gay to Tom and I when we asked him about all this (long story). All he talked about Friday afternoon was how he wants to submit his resignation, and even though that would basically shut the tower down, I wish he would do it.
Oh - I got an email today saying I can live off campus if I want to. David got the same one, so if everything checks out, we might be in an apartment or something next year, which is going to kick ass. |
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| Seclusion |
[Jun. 17th, 2005|06:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jethro Tull | ] |
Tonight at diner my mother pointed out to me the recent development of several deformities that have developed as a result of my isolation from society. I looked into a mirror today for the first time in a long time, and indeed, I have developed dark bags under my eyes, which themselves are flushed red. My skin is pale, hair is greasy, toenails need a trim, etc. I think you get the picture. While I have been basking in my hermitism, I think that it may be taking its toll. This entire summer, I haven't seen anyone besides Tom. Everyone else has remained enigmatic. I've slipped off to a few parties, but nothing too exiting. Tonight, I move out to camp, too, furthering my distance from the "real world". Also, the only person I'll actually be in contact with is Tom, surprise surprise. On one hand, feel as though my summer has gone to a certain waste, but that was sort of unavoidable. On the bright side, not that I dare venture into the sun... I have read a lot, and I have had some quality time with my now level 32 Troll Warrior. Just like the good old days. Unfortunately, all this must come to a screeching halt by the time summer camp starts up, but that is that. Hopefully, with the 360 turn in lifestyles, I will return optimistic, tanned, healthy, and ready for action by the time Albion starts up. |
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| The Weekend Drugs |
[Jun. 9th, 2005|09:08 pm] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | YES! - Owner of a Lonely Heart | ] |
Yesterday, Tom and I did a shit ton of work out at camp, and I must say, I am genuinely proud of what we managed to accomplish. We installed these two chimney towers onto the west face of the climbing tower, thus creating an artificial crevasse for all the little scouters to jump across and such. Each chimney was about 2-3 ft. wide (we didn't build them, we just put them up), and I had to climb inside each one, while they were being suspended, and bolt those fuckers to the wall. Fortunately, I'm thinner than the chimneys, have high heat resistance (I rolled an 18 that morning!), and am not claustrophobic. Those towers were boiling, and with little room to work, it took me all of three hours to finish off both of them. Meanwhile, Tom was sunbathing or something.... asshole. I've never had much appreciation for power tools and the like until now, and if I am ever offered a part time job in construction, I am definitely turning it down. I also went bowling with my brother and Brian today, whilst smoking a cheap cigarette (I got schooled by the way). This weekend is "D-Day", aptly named by Jeff for "Drunk Day". He has projected that our BAC will never drop below .10 for 48 consecutive hours... and then he'll take an exam. Partying will be confined to Brandon's cabin, and will involve a keg of beer, some cheap vodka, a private stash of Guinness for Jeff and I, and a bunch of loose high school girls. I gotta get rid of that V-card sometime, you know? Anyways, just this week I have bowled, worked construction, and will be drunk for over 24 hours... does this make me a certified man? Trailer Trash? Lame? Cool? I don't know, but whatever the results, I have to concede.... it was fun. |
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| WTF |
[May. 30th, 2005|05:37 pm] |
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| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Life Aquatic Soundtrack | ] |
This last weekend has been one hefty load of crazy. Techno fest was one of those wierd/fucked up yet very fun events. The actual FUSE-in event was medium lame. The dancing was disappointing. Despite our hardest efforts, Thomas, Sam, Pete, and I failed miserably to attract any girls with our zany and seductive dancing. However, this did not daunt us, as we proceeded to this loft party, under the incredibly suspicious guiding of Mike Blank. There were several occasions when his sense of direction and character were quite dubious, and no one, not even the most optomistic of us felt entirely at ease - esspecially when we got into ghetto-ville, Detroit. Anyways, this party we went to was extremely reminicent of something out of Fight Club. We were in some ex-distillery wharehouse with a big crowd of uncool techno kids (and techno seniors). There were these provocative paper-mache dolls hanging from the ceiling, modern "art" was every-fucking-where, and everyone was drunk/high/dying of an OD. The place was totaly bombed out, everything was corroded and broken, except for the turn tables and speakers. There were long, dark, and maybe dangerous industrial tunnels all over this place and all sorts of otherworldly bullshit. I got kind of a bad vibe, but it was actually pretty fun. We also hooked up with these highschool girls who were being accompanied by some community college dudes (I'll let you speculate about their character). The upshot of this encounter was that Pete might get layed and I guess we have a lot of new "friends". Everything was fucked. Even the pre-party at the duplex was fucked, with Sam running around with a sword, chasing some dude from Taiwan named Harry Wang (seriously), screaming various songs he had made up, and implying that the sword was about to make him "Harry No-Wang". That kid must be dead now, by the way, he escaped from the duplex and drove home extremely drunk - killed in a car accident for sure. I was quite high, and I don't even really know what happened to James. Brandon mysteriously left at some point to interact with a shady drug dealer. I don't even know anymore.... but, that is the short hand synopsis of our weekend. |
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