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coyotesuspectTonight, I ran through the streets of Chicago barefoot, while drunk, in a thunderstorm to jump into Lake Michigan.
It would be a better story if I jumped naked into Lake Michigan. But then, I feel like most stories are better stories if they happen while naked.
Oh yeah, I totally just aced that job interview. While naked.
The lake jumping was, of course, after the dancing in a thunderstorm on a porch to Britney Spears part of the evening.
Still, I don't think jumping into a lake during a thunderstorm while drunk is the stupidest thing I've done. But I admit it's pretty stupid.
It's also pretty awesome. \o/
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(Said in a British accent): Now, imagine all you've ever heard of music- your entire conception of music- was listening to Britney Spears' "Hit Me Again" over and over again. And that was music to you. Then your friend takes you to an opera, and that- that- is what American baseball is to cricket.
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New hobby: Making the grad students I drink with feel very, very old.
(from last night)
Grad student: You! *points at me* When were you born?
Me: 91.
Him: Jesus fucking Christ. I was in grade 12. *pours another shot of whiskey*
And various permutations of that conversation continued with that grad student (and with other grad students) throughout the night and into this evening's festivities.
***
I was, however, not the drunkest person around tonight. On the saferide (student drunk van) back to my dorm, we stopped to pick some other students outside another apartment building. One kid was lying on the ground, and the drunk van driver watched with interest as his friends tried various attempts of waking him up, rolling him over, etc. Until an entire troop of people came out of the building, took him by the legs and the arms, picked him up, and hauled him back into the apartment building.
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There is a reason (at least on my part) for all this drunken carousing. Yesterday, the student group I'm involved in put on a massive festival with free live music, arts and crafts, community resource tables and workshops, and free lunch and dinner for 400 people in the local community. I was up and running around from 8:30 in the morning till midnight (the festival was done at 7, and we were done with clean up by 9, but the celebratory drinking afterwards lasted for a bit). I did everything from holding coffee to chopping vegetables to looking over contracts to counting attendees to serving food to face painting to running messages to hauling supplies to helping to figure out where the tents should be set up. I think at one point I also briefly fell asleep in the shade when no one needed me to do anything.
And, next year, I'm going to be in charge of the entire thing. D:
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But I'll worry about that next year! Now, I have to worry about finals. (Oh god. Finals.)
Or, really, now I have to worry about sleep.
It would be a better story if I jumped naked into Lake Michigan. But then, I feel like most stories are better stories if they happen while naked.
Oh yeah, I totally just aced that job interview. While naked.
The lake jumping was, of course, after the dancing in a thunderstorm on a porch to Britney Spears part of the evening.
Still, I don't think jumping into a lake during a thunderstorm while drunk is the stupidest thing I've done. But I admit it's pretty stupid.
It's also pretty awesome. \o/
***
(Said in a British accent): Now, imagine all you've ever heard of music- your entire conception of music- was listening to Britney Spears' "Hit Me Again" over and over again. And that was music to you. Then your friend takes you to an opera, and that- that- is what American baseball is to cricket.
***
New hobby: Making the grad students I drink with feel very, very old.
(from last night)
Grad student: You! *points at me* When were you born?
Me: 91.
Him: Jesus fucking Christ. I was in grade 12. *pours another shot of whiskey*
And various permutations of that conversation continued with that grad student (and with other grad students) throughout the night and into this evening's festivities.
***
I was, however, not the drunkest person around tonight. On the saferide (student drunk van) back to my dorm, we stopped to pick some other students outside another apartment building. One kid was lying on the ground, and the drunk van driver watched with interest as his friends tried various attempts of waking him up, rolling him over, etc. Until an entire troop of people came out of the building, took him by the legs and the arms, picked him up, and hauled him back into the apartment building.
***
There is a reason (at least on my part) for all this drunken carousing. Yesterday, the student group I'm involved in put on a massive festival with free live music, arts and crafts, community resource tables and workshops, and free lunch and dinner for 400 people in the local community. I was up and running around from 8:30 in the morning till midnight (the festival was done at 7, and we were done with clean up by 9, but the celebratory drinking afterwards lasted for a bit). I did everything from holding coffee to chopping vegetables to looking over contracts to counting attendees to serving food to face painting to running messages to hauling supplies to helping to figure out where the tents should be set up. I think at one point I also briefly fell asleep in the shade when no one needed me to do anything.
And, next year, I'm going to be in charge of the entire thing. D:
***
But I'll worry about that next year! Now, I have to worry about finals. (Oh god. Finals.)
Or, really, now I have to worry about sleep.
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:30 am (UTC)Me too. D: It's just...nothing they play on the radio is good. (Though, admittedly, I haven't heard Adam Lambert because I don't actually listen to the radio anymore.) But, I have had the misfortune of hearing Disney teenybopper and No. No that is not singing. Or enjoyable.
High school was tough for me musically too. Because no one else knew any of the bands I listened to, and I don't even think I listen to bands that are all that obscure. College has been a little better in that respect.
I think part of the reason they don't know better is that the undergrads at my school have a tendency to be somewhat culturally oblivious. And thank you! :D
And, heeey new friend back at you. I feel so bad that I haven't been getting to know my new friends but life has just been super crazy the past couple weeks what with organizing the festival and summer getting closer. Also, I don't think you're that much older than me. Just like a year or two, right?
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Date: 2010-05-31 09:39 am (UTC)I never listened to the radio all through high school and college, but ever since I got a car last autumn I've been listening to it while driving XD It's an old car, so I can't hook up my iPod to it and I'm too lazy to lug around CDs. Anyway, THE END RESULT is that I end up listening to the radio. Which is how I got into Metric and Mumford & Sons :)
In high school I was obsessed with J-rock, lol XD NOBODY knew the bands I was into and in retrospect I'm kinda glad, 'cause most of the music sucked tbqh. I still like a couple of the bands I was into back then but a lot of it was heavy metal/industrial rock and I'm just not into it anymore. Idk my music tastes suddenly got super mellow once I hit my 20's XD Altho I'll still rock out to a bit of MSI every now and then ;)
The one band I still love now that I loved in high school is Placebo. I fell in love with them when I was 16 and they're still my favorite band ♥
Dude, don't feel bad XD RL > Internets, obv. It was such a frenzy of friending back then anyway so I'm totally swamped with OMG SO MANY NEW FRIENDS too.
I'm turning 23 in August... AUGH DON'T WANNA /o\