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Thursday, February 9th, 2006
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And after the Sho,
i went to Andrew's room and he showed me his mutating polyhedras and other geometric ball things. (Geometric art is so crazy like that, making patterns and matching things, all those numbers. I could never do that, but i wish.)
Then we went on a Top Secret Mission in the Nickerson 2 Girls' Restroom!
We took my clay fetus from the relief project last semester (the pieces that Andrew saved) and we epoxy-glued it to the tile floor!
I was Girl Lookout and Andrew was Boy Intruder; we dashed into a dingy stall together and whispered frantically and mixed that epoxy in half a Red Bull can, and then poured a serving of epoxy and Shellac over the top, to bronze and gloss the baby, and dashed out of there asap.
Dude, it was so awesome that it was wet and shiny, under a toilet in the girl's restroom!
Okay...we are immature.
We didn't do a good job with epoxy anyway, since I heard the cleaning lady threw it away this morning, before i even took a picture of it. Boo!!
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.ONE.
Last night i tried catching a mouse with a bucket, stick, some string, and cookie crumbs. It didn't work because the mouse was too smart, and smelled my lotion on the string, but mark my words- i will have him! Kallista will lose this gamble!
She and I had a pre-dinner before the Creperie today- where i had a dinner crepe AND a desert crepe- and she bet me a huge sum of money that i would never catch this mouse. I shaved $100 down to $1 because i wouldn't want her to starve when i do win. BECAUSE I WILL.
"What is your favorite food?" she asked, laughing, suggesting that she'd get a plastic bucket, stick, and string to capture me someday.
Oh, if there were a plate of "free pad thai!" under a GIGANTIC bucket propped up with a stick, i would go for it. It's just such a good idea! If Kallista doesnt use it, I definitely will, to catch whomever i want with it.
.TWO.
But aside from dinner with Kallista, I was so boring today. I was bored, and boring.
Sam made me feel stupid in the halls, when he said, unsmilingly, "Smirnoff doesnt make rum, they only make vodka. Bacardi makes rum." When he came by my room later with John, i told him to keep my change, but he didn't want it.
"Use it to bid on me at the Dating Auction."
I went to the cafeteria just to see him auctioned. Sarah and Laurel suggested i enter the auction as well, just for fun, and since money collected goes toward charity,
i was like,
"oh, hell."
Fine.
name: elaine
major: law school
music: disco, please
about yourself: brushes teeth in wearing invisible pants, currently trying to catch mice with buckets and string.
turn-ons: boring people who eat the same thing everyday
turn-offs: art
It didn't really save my boring day, though. There were pirates, village people, aluminum bag monsters, breakdancers, prom dates, and a lollipop girl up for auction, people with choreographed dance routines,
...and then there was me and Tino. Boy was I boring. I just stood there and smiled uncomfortably, shifting my weight, and then my cell phone rang, so i answered it onstage. That's about as risque as i got. The host looked really offended and shot me a shocked look, before trying to turn my blasphemy into a ho-ho joke.
Sarah, Laurel, and Erin pooled in their money at $19 and pity-bid me offstage.
I'll make them Valentine's cards, i guess...they dont want to go out.
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.THREE.
When i went back to my room to do my essay, i checked my messages first, listening to music on headphones. I put my head down, and slowly, slowly but surely, shifted into sleep.
DUDE you guys, the melatonin almost killed me! Like you wouldn't believe! When i sleep, i DROWN.
I desperately tried to get up, waking every once in a while, but couldn't move, hovering somewhere between unconscious thought and waking life. My thoughts were scrambled, i thought i was on crack. Seriously. Wondering to myself, why did i feel high when i didn't remember taking any drugs today. I wondered, "if i'm tripping out, then someone must have spiked my food today!!!! oh my god, Kallista!!!" Oh my god, it's not just marijuana, it must be cocaine or acid!!!
I could not, for the life of me, control myself.
My centre of gravity flipped again and again, the room spun, and i remember thinking, "i need to hit the ceiling...no...i need to hit the wall", and i tried to will myself into steadiness. Time stretched; i felt hyper-sensitive, my hand landed on my stomach and i remember the pressure being extra heavy and warm... then rough when i felt my skin, then smooth and soft.
Then the room slowly turned into a two-story Chinese restaurant, while i tried anchoring myself from floating around between floors, I DONT KNOW.
Eventually, when my roommate started talking, it stirred me back to reality,
enough so i could reach for my phone and check the time (3:00 am),
and slowly, slowly figure out where i was and what exactly happened. Figuring out that all i did was fall asleep. No drugs, no kidnapping, no magic.
You can't even imagine the paranoia and confusion i experienced while trying to wake up. Why can't i just sleep and wake like a regular person?
i told you, melatonin ruins my life!
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Henry said that what he missed most about me, was my laugh. He said, "It's like music to my ears," and I said "awwww," because i didn't expect that at all.
(I don't recall my laugh being especially memorable or unique,
sometimes it seems forced and comical, maybe.)
There was that time I walked with Grant downhill to class!
On a post-snowy day, when a big blob of snow fell from a tree when we passed underneath, it landed between us and splashed our shoulders and ears, and i squealed and laughed delightfully.
"You laugh like a toddler!" mused Grant, "I love it!"
and yeah, i was happy.
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