So Obama’s at my school.
No big deal, or anything.
It’s 32 degrees outside at 9 AM and my 10:40 class was just cancelled.
THANK YOU Monday morning, for taking an upswing this time around.
Nothing like a Saturday night when you see more bands than the number of dollars that you pay in cover charges.
Apartment lease for next year: signed.
Yep. That happened.
HOLYFREAKINGSHITSTILLWAITINGFORSOMETHINGTOGOWRONGBECAUSETHIS
ISWAYTOOGOODTOBETRUEBUTSOEXCITED.
…And now back to studying for my dramatic analysis final.
Opening night of Stop Kiss= Amazingly successful.
The entire cast got a standing ovation.
And later, I got to see some of my professors drunk at the opening night party downtown.
Boo-to-the-freaking-yah!
Only in Slade
would people decide to spend their night dressing like ninjas, trespassing through a construction zone, drinking a good amount of gin and tonic, hike to the top of a mud hill, and then proceed to climb to the top of the half finished building to meditate, smoke, drink some more, burn sage, and then stand up, take off our shirts, reveling in being topless, screaming at the top of our lungs, but ducking whenever we thought we saw cops.
And then afterwards, we got off the future site of the redstone lofts, continued to run around topless, walking back to Slade being all like “fuck yeah, liberation! freedom! woooo!” We got lots of looks. But it was cool, not caring as much as I would have ordinalrily.
Once we got back, we got completely naked, and more people joined us as we decided to run all around redstone campus stark naked. I think I got a glipmse of one of my former co workers staring at us. And then we got into a grass fight, but we hosed ourselfves off in the kitchenwhere we got into a water fight.
Only in Slade would I have ever done something like that. Something exactly like that. And I’m so freaking glad I did.
