Sun.01.27.02 - Right now it's three in the morning. Tonight (Saturday) was amazing.
After dinner it was on to Jonathan's apartment. I stayed over night and got to meet some of his friends. The plan had originally been for a bunch of the guys from Milford (by "the guys" I mean "Jonathan's friends who don't really like me but I pretend they're my friends too") to road trip down, but that didn't happen. We stayed up late (technically, that is... four in the morning is really about average for me) and woke up late, and then we went out to lunch at a cool Chinese restaurant in Chapel Hill. Spicy Hunan chicken my hiney... it wasn't spicy, just hot... and not the good kind of hot, just the burn-your-tongue kind of hot. And that I did.
Now then. I got back, dicked around a while, didn't watch a movie (blasted First Hillians and their hall dinners), and then Jeff just kind of walked by my room around seven. He said, "hey, wanna wrestle?" So we threw each other into the paper recycling bin for a while and wore ourselves out really quickly. He's out of shape and I'm just a pansy, so all this didn't last long. I've been feeling weak and scrawny lately and haven't been very active, so I changed things tonight.
First we ran outside and I chased him into Bryan lobby... he cut his shoulder on a light switch, of all things... big gash right across... it somehow poked two holes right through his shirt. Anyhow, we were planning to just walk along until someone was walking near us and we were near some recycling bins, and then just slam each other into them. Jeff ("chief attention-span" if he's an Indian with feathers) let that one last about twenty seconds before he mentioned that wailing a racquetball at each other in the Ground breezeway would be fun. So we ran back to hall and grabbed a ball and a couple racquets, and headed off.
We encountered Adam "piano beast" McConnehey (or however it's spelled) on Ground and, of course, attacked him with the ball. Before long we'd invented a game - essentially modified monkey in the middle - wherein two guys at opposite ends of a breezeway wallop the ball to each other while trying to nail the guy standing in the middle. At that point it was probably about 7:45. After playing a good hour's worth, we went back to Hill to recruit more guys to stand in the middle. Ravis Patel and Raghuram returned to Watts with us, and the game got crazy. Ravi Patel is a dangerous man when wielding a racquetball racquet.
We played to fifteen points, which ended up being about an hour and a half. Sweaty, stanky, bruised, and worn out, we returned to Hill. I challenged Adam to a race around the building, he replied in utmost cockiness, and I smoked him like Jimmy Dean sausage. Continuing up to hall with an insane amount of energy, I tried to take a shower with pants still on. It didn't work, I tried again the traditional way, and then got dressed while rocking out like nobody's business to Five Iron Frenzy. For whatever reason I felt the compulsion to get dressed up. So Jeff came with me I-viz hopping... first it was 2nd Bryan, which was lame. I told him I felt like dancing and that Hunt I-vizzes were good for that, so we went up to 3rd East.
After mucking our way through a whole hall of crappy music, we found ourselves at James's room. He didn't have anything decent in his 60-CD changer, so I ran back to Hill to grab some Juno Reactor and my hard mix CD. I subsequently danced, by myself, to the amusement of everyone present, for the next hour. Nobody else would dance because they were too tired or too wussy. Then I had to run back to Hill and take check. We were having invites/pri-viz, so I pumped up the music in my room and danced more, with Aarhus this time, for the next hour. I was pretty worn out after two hours of dancing... I have blisters on my feet just like I did in tenth grade after prom. It was so great. Then, instead of patrolling hall for an hour like I should have (despite the fact that there were four separate SLIs walking around, just by my count), I watched Jackass on Tim's computer.
There were a couple times when I was dancing that I just felt delirious. It was so cool. I haven't done something like that in such a long time. It's now 3:30 and I'm listening to Little Fluffy Clouds by The Orb, and I could dance to this all over again. Crazy.
Next weekend Jonathan and I are heading down to Auntie Peeler's. We'll only be able to stay two nights, but it'll be cool anyway.
Just in case you've seen the art here before, I'd like to inform you of a couple new additions: my self-portrait from tenth grade has finally been scanned... the thing's pretty big so I had to scan it in two pieces and splice them together in Photoshop. And then, of course, there's the new wallpapers section.
This post is way too long as it is, but two more things in this paragraph: 1) Jonathan gave me a new motherboard and processor... BIOTCH. 2) A in C++, A in Stat Tops, A in Ecology, A in WRRD, A+ in Math Modeling. I also got chosen to participate in the four-day math competition in a couple weeks, and I'm working with the two guys I asked for. It's gonna kick ass.
I asked Ron on Friday how he thought I could build up the number of hits my site gets. He said, "do something spectacular." I thought he might have meant some sort of stupid stunt, but oh no... he just meant to do a really good piece of artwork. Like I couldn't have figured that one out myself. The issue, of course, is the fact that people who don't know me don't really like my style... hell, people who do probably just put up with it. But I sure do wish I got more than one hit per day. At least yesterday's wasn't me... or was it?
