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"It's not as simple, and it's actually a little bit more complicated." -Rosemary Zaragoza, 04/14/2004
Still listening to the same playlist. Still working on typing up those older poems. Going to complain now.
So my prospie went to bed at, like, ten. Bo-ring. I'm now glad he did, though, in light of what else happened. See, I went to hang out on Dewey, and as it turns out, they were all about to go to Alpha Del with their prospies. They convinced me to come along, shoeless and, moreover, jacketlesss, but carrying Andy's 'Stick of Revolutionary Justice (TM)'. Coui aye Marxists, think they can get away with anything. We 'discussed' facism. I wheelchaired around Alpha Del, Shelly tried to convince me I was a redhead, and then, for reasons no one can remember, I took my pants off.
Stage two: Maria (no, the other one) shows up and tells us about Phi Delt, so we leave. An Alpha Del brother forbids me to pee on their house. One of these days I'm going to go pee on their house in revenge for that. We get to Phi Delt, I say hi to Laura and I realize I don't know why I'm not wearing pants. No one else appears to know, either, so I put them back on and tell Maria I love her. Play catch with Shelly, which she got a kick out of, and tried to keep an eye on what we commonly regarded as 'prospie most likely to slept with by sleezy guys who do that sort of thing' (it was an unspoken common regard). Apparantly, while everyone was keeping tabs on this girl, one of the other prospies, who had never drunk before, gets herself really, really drunk. Tony throws her at me, tells me to take her home. His stated reason for not doing so himself, if I recall it correctly, was that he was going to "hook up with a prospie". Someone calls Drunk Van, and I carry her to it, we ride home, and I carry her up to Dewey, where, thank goodness, the Deweyans stepped up and helped me. Eric and I helped her drink water and try to throw up for a while, until she finally did -and I almost did, too. I took a break, Carrie took my place. She eventually threw up some more, drank lots of water, and sobered up enough to be allowed to sleep. Andy, meanwhile, had been guilt trippin' major time, and refusing to go to bed, even though there was nothing he could do and he had a midterm in the morning. Then I watched the first part of The Big Libowski: "Do not ---- with the Jesus."
I'm so glad I never prospied. I doubt I would've come here if I had.
And what is it with me and taking off my pants at parties?
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