*oh man, the burgeoning sectionality is pretty crazy. 2002-03-03 4:20 a.m.*

my guestbook has been down for about 24 hours now and i'm not sure if i can handle it. not that a whole lot of people do sign it, but i do enjoy it so much when people do. maybe this will inspire people to start deep and meaningful email conversations with me.

or perhaps not.

i don't think i'm drunk, but i'm having a few typing issues and my movements are all a little more flailing and my voice is a little more loud than i really mean it to me. and i really want to get naked.

fuck it, i'm in my own room.

god i smell like a new college student.

anyway... interesting past couple of hours. i've been fighting off a funk all day, and i think for the most part i've succeeded. alcohol played a big part in this, but i think a lot of it was good company as well. the open mic was a fun time, though competition with b-dorm soiree made it pretty small and short. there were only a few performers, but it was nice to just hang out in the 4 winds for awhile with people. but a little after 10, we decided to just let them close it up and go on to the soiree ourselves. some people had already left in search of alcohol for those of us who felt the need to keep watch at the 4 winds, so i went and found them before going to the equipment room.

oh yeah, did i tell you that i did all this while carrying a mic stand. really, walking across campus with a mic stand in your arms can make you feel pretty bitter about life in general, especially if you'd been fighting off a mood all day already.

but i made it back to the b-dorm soiree without making any rash and horrible decisions and got my cherry cocaine which was damn yummy, and got drunkified. i was goofy and giggly for awhile, and my mood brightened. once again i found myself with our new best friend and the rest of the disappointment trifecta for a lot of the time. i felt all chatty and fun and life seemed very cartoon. and then off to the wall which had an interesting mix of good and bad music, and there was some nice conversations to be had with retro, and fun dancing and now i know how to do the sexy pointing dance thanks to alongcamea.

i was sobering up but trying to keep my openness and stuff, and i think i did pretty good. and then there was some times with a drunken michael which was also good, and james even made it out to the wall. i wish i'd seen more of the wonderful jennifer connelly, but then again, don't we all?

oh, i want to tell so many stories here tonight, but i feel like everything is coming out pretty dull. it's one of those nights where i kind of just want to hole myself away with a good friend and some coffee with bailey's in it and chat about everything in the entire world ever. but instead i think i will get my nekkid new college-smelling self to bed.

jennifer connelly really is the coolest though. just know that, guys.

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