Feeds:Friday, Eighth Week
"I could really use a heart and a sledgehammer." - Dylan, 06/26/03
I just went a-wife-in', with little success. That is, I got three nos, one 'When I'm 89', and one 'Maybe if you had a ring.' Not that bad, really. The thing was, there was definitely somewhat of a dirth of young women about the Shoreland tonight. Perhaps because it's Friday? In any case, I've resigned myself for the present to bachelorhood and homework. Or at least, posting and playing songs about love.
Yeah, I made a whole 'love' playlist in WinAmp. It's 66 songs long. I have the urge to tell everyone what songs are on it, but it's just too long. And all this came about because, while riding my bike home, I was struck by an incredible urge to procreate. Children are nice. See, Hannah? You're not alone. At least you've found a spouse.
The funny thing is, Geoff had been trying to convince me earlier today that it was high time we both found wives for ourselves. But for some reason, he didn't want to come wife-ing with me.
So a lot else has happened since I last posted. A lot. Aaron decided not to go to formal. My homily went well. Aaron changed his mind. I had fun at formal regardless. Worst mental image ever: Six-legged zebraffe, wearing a fetus hat, devouring its mate. A zebraffe is a cross between a zebra and a giraffe, and those two extra legs are sticking out and grotesque angles; one of them is actually comeing out of the back of the animals. I'm going to paint it on my wall and never sleep again. Made a calendar out of brown paper.
And Synaesthia. "Where could I be on a Thursday night, all dressed up in flawless white?" Only a few could've pulled that off, and all of them are at this university. Glad I'm not failing out. So, yeah. P1XEL. They didn't do the whole rock opera this time, but they had some new stuff, and word is that they're working on a new musical. Sadly, Dr. Throbbin' and Burnin', MD is leaving the group. He was my favorite character, too. And the girls! Where did they get those girls? I can barely believe that they were real; they seemed like fairie. I wouldn't be surprised if some of them were. You see, each member of the band has a distinctive colour: silver, yellow/orange, red, blue, and green. At this event, there was a girl for each, dressed in the appropriate manner. Well, except for green. Since the keyboardist, who wears green, is female, there was a male wearing green. He looked suspiciously like a leprechaun. Refreshments were milk and water, and the girls/boy were handing out candies of of their respective colours. And the audience had been instructed to dress all in white, as well. My only regrets are that I didn't think to wear my white gloves and that I hadn't brought an extra pair of white boxers to throw onstage.
I'll end with this (11/20):
- Ian: "And you were contemplating suicide."
Maria: "No, I wasn't; I was just thinking about it."
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