How am I supposed to be expected to function as a college student in the midst of a cultural buffet that I feel compelled to binge myself on? I feel a moral responsibility to myself to listen to the new Bright Eyes instead of researching for an impending paper of death. I can barely even bring myself to attend to the minutiae of every day life sometimes. Frankly, I'll be suprised if I can mobilize for long enough to drag myself into the bathroom to brush my fucking teeth with this William Shatner playing.
Tonight was a good night. Contrary to the direction in which the circumstancial evidence of the temporary tattoo of a dog on my cheek points, I was able to resist the ridiculous amounts of alcohol that accumulated about Chris and Ralph's room and remain in a substance free state for once. It was great. I wrote, I applied to go to London, I watched Ong-Bak, a movie so fantastic it would have been utterly wasted on an intoxicated version of myself. Plus drunk people are always amusing when you aren't one of them.
"Those bitches is paid to fuck, I can't enjoy that kind of pussy. I'd rather beg for it." - Danger Mouse and Jemini
This weekend also featured my participation in PLU 360, our own version of the illustrious Dance 360 which was born when I introduced ASPLU Senator Jon Bongard (a.k.a. Kel Mitchell, a.k.a. Mayonaize) to the show and he became physically addicted. Jesus. And the premiere of Necrophobia, a zombie movie made by my friends Dan and Aaron for $35, and quite possibly the best attended event in the history of PLU. For good cause - excessive amounts of fake blood, gratuitous nudity, very well done editing, and immaculate soundtracking. You haven't lived until you've seen the undead romp across your campus to a mixture of Better Living Through Chemistry and staticy distress calls.
I'm going to bed now to dream about hearting Huckabees. You rock rock.
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