Smallhouse Log

Saturday, Fifth Week
"We were partying for some reason. I think it was because it was Thursday." -Sam that used to hate me, 04/29/2005

Crazy Weekend!

  • Last night: What may have been the best sandwich of my life.
  • Tomorrow: Get up/ still be awake at six am.
  • Barely evaded clever trap. I want water, there is water. Tied to a string, tied to a wire, connected to other wires. Drop water. Run, run!
  • Began dancing my way to fitness.
  • Drinking-Strip-Set: Drinking makes it easier, stripping makes it more involved.
  • Timed Connor as he climbed the outside of Hitchcock to the third floor silently in 38 seconds.
  • Went to concert drunk with other Judges, and the bouncer wrote sXe o the backs of our hands. Apparantly, I was the only one pissed about this. Got flack about it from vegan-fraternisers.
  • Kickball: Team Not beats Team Hot by a ridiculous amount.
  • Soccer: Team NotUs beats Team Us, 17 to 1.
  • These are no longer my good jeans. Gratuitous kickball slides, then fire.
  • Fluxx.
  • Crashed party at Max, took off pants, walked to Lola's birthday party without them on. Met A+ along the way.
  • Tried to crash other random party on Ellis. It was very blue.
  • Introduced Judges to both 'Big Mac, Fillet of Fish' and Big Bootie. Big Bootie was smashing success; Steve couldn't believe people ever played it sober.
  • Lisa's band rocks. Bought the Hyde Five comp, owe Loren monies for it.
  • Skank pit in after-hours Cobb.
  • Snuck into Hitchcok.
  • Help Joe declare his obsession to random girl. He'd kill for her.
  • Swung on two different swings. Nearly killed by friends who were trying to save me from lesser evil of tree.
  • Leaped into what failed to be arms. Many times.
  • Gave Erica a piggyback.
  • Stole flags. Waved them for all they're worth.
  • Got told I was sexy on two different occaisions.
  • Ran into random people who asked me if I knew Eric Richards. They were trying to find his apartment.
  • Drunk-dialed LeeAnne to apologise for drunk-dialing her the night before at 2:30 am.
  • Saw far too much of the MacLab staff.
  • Fink broke my gun. Gotta get a new one.

Now, sleep. Just a little.

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