Craziness. Sheer craziness.

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So today (Friday) started off with me waking up. Oh yeah, my computer works again after a session of the crazy (looooong ass story), and I decide to just not go to any of my classes. So I'm talking with a friend, Elad, and we want him to go to the mall with us, but he doesn't know if he wants to go. Long story short, at 6 we leave for the mall, sans Elad. We get there and try to decide what to do. Well we were going to see a movie, Sahara (and I use the term "movie" quite loosely), but we decide against it. So it's me, Kelly, and Mike all together looking for what we want to do. We check out BestBuy, where I picked up Amelie and a Flogging Molly CD (Hell yeah x2), and we check out a creepy music store where they sell shit instead of drum sticks. Also, Mike picked up some ragtime music book. No one said anything about that being weird. We also scoured the mall for socks for Mike. So yeah, productive day. Wait...something just dawned on me...Kelly, did you just go for the sake of going? And possibly for the movie? Well at any rate, we get back and go watch Pulp Fiction at Mike's dorm. Now let me get this straight. We entered Wattson (the building) by going up some stairs, turned left, entered a COURTYARD and turned left there, went up some stairs, down a hall and entered Mike's dorm. Simple, right? Okay. So we watch the movie (and now Mike has one less thing to do spit-takes for), and then we leave. So Kelly and I walk down the hallway, down some stairs (being careful not to land in one of two subfloors which people LIVE in), took a right, went down another hallway, passed a men's bathroom, which was 5 FEET AWAY FROM ANOTHER MEN'S BATHROOM and next to a women's bathroom, and out into something called "the Foyer", past the receptionist and down the stairs. Wait...were there stairs when we left? I don't remember. Long story short, we went past a bathroom that COEXISTED WITH ITSELF, and went into a courtyard, but not out...and...it was like the Labyrinth, but without David Bowie (take that as you will). So we leave very very confused-like. We go past drunken people, up the drunk steps, and a car passes us that likes to honk at people (those people, by the way, suck and should look into purchasing Kavorkian Scarves). Oh yeah, and when I get back I say to Elad that he really missed a great evening. He just says, "Probably not." Who does that?! Anywho. That was my evening. 6 hours worth of it, and I didn't even scratch the surface. I did have a great time though, in spite of the MINDBLOWING Wattson. Seriously. A men's bathroom, and five feet away ANOTHER men's bathroom. WHO DOES THAT?!

Anyway. Quote of the evening:
Kelly: "...So then I got a dildo-hemp plate..."
Me: "...wait. What?!"