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i want the quiet moments of a party girl
i mis-set my alarm AGAIN on wednesday night. Err, monday night. thus causing me to miss my first shift of work. Oh well, it's not like they care. But one of these days, it's going to happen and i'm going to miss something important. Like sunday morning, when i would've slept through recording had mike not come into my room to get his glasses.
So anyway, work shift 2 was productive, i read stuff on the internet for a while. Very exciting. Then i went to business law which was equally as exciting but not nearly as much fun. And then rehearsal, which was even still less fun and exciting.
And then late night and i came home, "beer me?" i asked hopefully, and then there was a beer in my hand. Hurray. I lost a close game to miami, those bastards, and then we gathered around the table for a good old-fashioned drinking game. It involved dice, and a lot of spitefully making other people drunk. Good fun. I believe we played a round of kings or two, and then that stopped. I read in the common room a little bit, some woody allen (which i've never acknowledged that i got from jude. thanks jude) and then some shorts from this anthology of short stories about amnesia.
One of them was interesting, it wasn't really a short story, just a condensing of some academic research. Apparantly there's this guy who's written 3 volumes on forgetting. His deal is that memory is just the natural response, defense rather, to the irreversible passing of time and experience. So basically, his deal is that memories are created as a means to cope with forgetting. He has diagrams and shit. Obviously bullshit, but still kind of fun to think about. I mean seriously, what if. Really though, memories are created sometimes, which is why people write journals, so that they KNOW what happened. But honestly, i look back say in september, i have some pretty vivid memories, some of them (not many) reinforced by writings, but what about the gaps? If you have to ask "did that really happen" well, maybe it didn't.
this morning, i barely got out of bed at 1. Katie and i discussed this later: we suck. Why do we need to sleep so much. We obviously don't, i spent the summer on 6 hours of sleep, previous summers on 5. But here, i'm in bed for like 10+ hours. We're pathetic.
umm, so i went to class, came home, ate nachos, watched the room lottery (girls across the hall=townhouse, darren john todd and sean=edmonds) and then got my new toy. It's a keyboard for my palm pilot. it's a sexy little bitch, i'm excited. I had to leave somewhere, oh yes. I met katie at lower and we ate and then bought tickets for the show, A Summer Evening in Des Moines, or something. Got our tickets, went to her place, watched tv and went to the show. It was very contemporary. And by contemporary, i mean fucking weird. It had some really awesome things going on, and the acting was excellent, but it really had me going with some deep but relevant stuff, and then in the last 30 minutes decided to go way over the top suggesting things that were just too much for my tiny little brain.
Then back to edmonds for the showing of Raging Bull. Mike left when he found out the length, adam left about 45 minutes in. Katie sean and darren stayed and luke came in halfway. Sean has a problem with Scorcese pictures and it went over well with everyone else.
And now i'm here.
oh yeah, adam, in his infinite genius, was looking for a chair, and went to our beirut table, which had two chairs as its legs, and removed a chair from one side, apparently thinking that the chair would just float in air. He was wrong.