Drunken Posting!

It's Dillo Time, kiddies.

Ah yes, the time of year when the Rainbow Party (big gay party held at the end of Rainbow Week with massive amounts of Sketchy Punch--also known as Everclear and Kool-Aid) coincides with the other festival of drunkennes on campus, Dillo Day.

Dillo Day is a day when moderately famous bands are brought into Northwestern by a student group in order to entertain chemically altered students (usually drunk, but high if they can find any weed). It's highly entertaining.

Last year's Dillo sucked for me for I was on medicine incompatible with alcohol consumption, but I intend to fully make up for that this year.

So far so good, what with six cups of Sketchy Punch and a Bud Light leading me to offer to walk the insanely hot Italian girl home from the Rainbow party, even though I have less than one tenth of one percent of a chance with her whatsoever. She accepted, so I am in fact, the goddess of Everclear.

But you can just as easily call me "Hey, you, drunk girl!"

Tomorrow: Kegs and Eggs, BBQ and Beer.

Oh, and I apologize for any spelling, grammatical, or HTML errors you may encounter with this post, since I'm rather fucking wasted as I write it. Woooooooooooooooo!

This is bizarre

It's 3 in the morning and I feel downright chipper.

It's not because I had some sort of fantastic day. I had an up and down day.

Up because I finally decided to fully skip the Class From Hell (News Media and American Society) instead of subjecting myself to half of the pointlessness then saying fuck it and leaving. Down because I ran into The Ex and her new flame.

And that wasn't really as bad as I thought it would be, to be honest. I had no idea there even was a new flame, so I think a big part of what hurt was the fact that I had no idea, so I hadn't realistically prepared myself for this eventuality. But it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.

Which, in an odd way, brings us back to up, becuase it's a sign that I'm at least somewhat over her. And getting over exes is always a good thing. Plus, I sold for $30 in a charity date auction, and having people bid over you never hurts your self-esteem.

But returning to my original point, it's now about three AM and I feel...great. I think I've finally gotten through the transition phase of being nocturnal and evolved into a fully nocturnal creature. I had such horrific difficulty getting up this morning for my 10am class that I thought it might be happening, and lo and behold, it has happened.

I still drag during the day, but it's oddly freeing to at least have one time of day when you feel like you're firing on all cylinders, even if that time is the middle of the night and everybody else is dead to the world.

It'll be interesting to see how I do at Kegs and Eggs for Wildcats: Massive communal public drunkenness and music festival. The school sponsors the bands, the students sponsor the drunkenness).

I'll have incentive to get up because it's free beer and breakfast, but it's going to be pointless to get drunk if i'm already so disoriented from lack of sleep that I'm seeing little green men anyway.

But for now, I need to take advantage of the chipperness whilst it lasts and try and spit out part of a paper, because lord knows I'm not going to be able to by the end of next week, when everything is actually due.

Yeah

I was parking my car when I got back from four hours of logging footage for a project, and I saw there was a guy in the car I was parking behind. And he was listening to the same radio station I was.

How did I know that, you ask?

I look over and he's lip-synching the words I'm hearing.

He had no idea I was listening to the same station, so he probably felt only mildly embarassed at getting caught singing along with the radio.

Had he only known....

Excuse me, I seem to have stepped into a Honda Civic commercial...

This has been a long, odd day. Not in any specific way, it just was kind of off and unusual all day. But I should have known what was coming.

The first sign of oddness was this morning, when I momentarily found myself trapped in a commercial for the Honda Civic.

I was returning equipment from shooting into the wee hours of the morning for my video production class when the first one came up, bearing an unlikely Celebrity Endorser: Garry Marshall, famous writer and director of entertaining things like Laverne and Shirley and Pretty Woman.

He was there to give a speech, since he graduated from Northwestern quite some time ago, it was just really odd to see someone of his level of fame pulling up in a Civic.

Then, as I pulled away to go park my car in a slightly more legal spot, I saw two more Civics, parked and waiting along South Campus Drive going out to Sheridan Road. They were both sort of pastel in color, and so was the one that deposited Marshall, so then I thought I had been pulled into some sort of weird easter-themed Civic ad.

It was all very disconcerting, and should have been a sign that my day was going to be as random as it was. But alas, I was too tired to care, let alone form coherent thoughts about the potential for weirdness in my forthcoming day, so whatever.

Fair warning

Those of you who have been reading this weblog lately have probably noticed that my postings have become increadingly sporadic and incomprehensible.

That's not stopping until finals week (begins June 10), when I can finally lift up my middle finger to all of my classes with pride, for I shall be finished with the Year From Hell, and shall be ready for my Quarter Of Total Bullshit Classes before graduation.

Just so you know, and don't wonder if I've fallen off a cliff or something.