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jimmickwatersmith) wrote2002-02-15 10:32 am
jimmickwatersmith) wrote2002-02-15 10:32 am
sorry i'm on mescaline...i've been spaced out all day
Wildcat....Wiiiildcat.....booom....I'm gonna go now.
Last night was the wrong night to drink NyQuil. Everything was honky dorey, I was getting sleepy and all, and I was reading McTeague and enjoying it, but feeling drowsy. So I put the Royal Tenenbaum soundtrack in because it's a soothing mix of mellow tunes. Alright, our beds are set up as such: My bed is elevated and there is a bunk on top, but no mattress because Bob's mattress is on the floor, where he likes it. So the top bunk is just the spring frame which we use for storage. I keep my guitar up there. So I'm drifting off and I here a disturbance from above. It turns out I placed my guitar quite precariously atop the bunk and it was beginning to fall. Immediately, I raised my hands to try to catch it and I started to fall with it. I, as well as the guitar, as well as all of my sheets, ended up on the floor in a big production. I guess on the way down, I sliced the back of my hand on one of the wire of the spring frame. It would have been a very funny thing to see. I think I broke most of the fall of my guitar, but it is horrendously out of tune now.
I put a bandaid on my wound and returned to my quarters. Drifting off once again, I hear my door open, probably Nick, definitely a taste of things to come. Soon after a drunken Bob comes back and makes a very funny joke. It may have been the funniest thing he's ever done. And that may be the most sarcastic thing I've ever said. He decides to shout, "WAKE UP SAT, IT'S AN EMERGENCY, WE HAVE TO GO!!!" Realizing right away that he is a complete moron, I ignored him, trying to stress the point that I was attempting slumber. He turns on the TV which is loud as hell. I tell him to turn it down, but the battery in the remote is dead. He turns it down, but just enough so that it's too loud for me to sleep. He then leaves the room, television stil on. Good thing he turned it on, something had to be making noise in his absence. He comes back and I hear a second voice in the darkness. Not caring who it was, I went on sleeping. Soon after I feel a hand on my bed. I open my eyes and Dan's head is two feet from mine. "What's up Sat?" He was trying to turn off my music so that they could watch Fight Club. I didn't want to be an asshole, so I turned the music off and they watched the movie. I think I must have fallen asleep at 3 or 4 when it was intended to be much earlier. And under the influence of an antihistamine, I slept like the dickens.
I woke up this morning at 9:15 for my 9:30 class. I made it to class on time, but right now, I'm wearing the same exact outfit I wore yesterday, underwear and all. My socks are clean, but that's not saying much. I feel altogether filthy. But I handed in my article and everything. I let my professor borrow my microcassette player for the Buzzo interview. I hope that scores me some brownie points. I think I have the upperhand in this situation. If he loses that shit, he'll feel so bad he'll have to give me an A. I didn't write my name on it though, dammit. I probably should have done so.
I don't care too much about all that happened, I think it's pretty funny actually. I just wish I got up earlier. I tried to squirt ketchup on Bob yesterday when he was in the shower. It was revenge for the hot sauce incident. It failed miserably though, and I ended up having to clean ketchup off the shower wall. I'm such a magoo.
I've got a really low voice now, because of the slight cold. I sound like Barry White. Only sexier. Can I get some booooty?
Last night was the wrong night to drink NyQuil. Everything was honky dorey, I was getting sleepy and all, and I was reading McTeague and enjoying it, but feeling drowsy. So I put the Royal Tenenbaum soundtrack in because it's a soothing mix of mellow tunes. Alright, our beds are set up as such: My bed is elevated and there is a bunk on top, but no mattress because Bob's mattress is on the floor, where he likes it. So the top bunk is just the spring frame which we use for storage. I keep my guitar up there. So I'm drifting off and I here a disturbance from above. It turns out I placed my guitar quite precariously atop the bunk and it was beginning to fall. Immediately, I raised my hands to try to catch it and I started to fall with it. I, as well as the guitar, as well as all of my sheets, ended up on the floor in a big production. I guess on the way down, I sliced the back of my hand on one of the wire of the spring frame. It would have been a very funny thing to see. I think I broke most of the fall of my guitar, but it is horrendously out of tune now.
I put a bandaid on my wound and returned to my quarters. Drifting off once again, I hear my door open, probably Nick, definitely a taste of things to come. Soon after a drunken Bob comes back and makes a very funny joke. It may have been the funniest thing he's ever done. And that may be the most sarcastic thing I've ever said. He decides to shout, "WAKE UP SAT, IT'S AN EMERGENCY, WE HAVE TO GO!!!" Realizing right away that he is a complete moron, I ignored him, trying to stress the point that I was attempting slumber. He turns on the TV which is loud as hell. I tell him to turn it down, but the battery in the remote is dead. He turns it down, but just enough so that it's too loud for me to sleep. He then leaves the room, television stil on. Good thing he turned it on, something had to be making noise in his absence. He comes back and I hear a second voice in the darkness. Not caring who it was, I went on sleeping. Soon after I feel a hand on my bed. I open my eyes and Dan's head is two feet from mine. "What's up Sat?" He was trying to turn off my music so that they could watch Fight Club. I didn't want to be an asshole, so I turned the music off and they watched the movie. I think I must have fallen asleep at 3 or 4 when it was intended to be much earlier. And under the influence of an antihistamine, I slept like the dickens.
I woke up this morning at 9:15 for my 9:30 class. I made it to class on time, but right now, I'm wearing the same exact outfit I wore yesterday, underwear and all. My socks are clean, but that's not saying much. I feel altogether filthy. But I handed in my article and everything. I let my professor borrow my microcassette player for the Buzzo interview. I hope that scores me some brownie points. I think I have the upperhand in this situation. If he loses that shit, he'll feel so bad he'll have to give me an A. I didn't write my name on it though, dammit. I probably should have done so.
I don't care too much about all that happened, I think it's pretty funny actually. I just wish I got up earlier. I tried to squirt ketchup on Bob yesterday when he was in the shower. It was revenge for the hot sauce incident. It failed miserably though, and I ended up having to clean ketchup off the shower wall. I'm such a magoo.
I've got a really low voice now, because of the slight cold. I sound like Barry White. Only sexier. Can I get some booooty?
pranking
(Anonymous) 2002-02-15 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)Re: pranking
Then we're going to pull a little rape club out in the Blanding household.
You're gonna die, bitch.