these quicksand days
The Obertones' (an Oberlin male a capella group) version of Radiohead's "Exit Music for a Film" is actually really, really good. IM me or comment if you want it.
And I will agree completely with you, Frankie.
A bunch of Baldwinites came back last night. It's not that I hate them, but it's just much... louder, with everyone around. I don't feel like Baldwin is my house any more. I can't leave stuff randomly lying around or blast my music at odd hours.
It's also weird. Somehow, with more people back, it's kind of lonlier.
Well, we had to get the stone rolling sooner or later. Maybe now I can actually be caught up and not fall behind.
I had a dream last night that Frankie, Jess, and a couple random people were having a small get-together in Baldwin (only in my dream, Baldwin was much bigger. It looked like South). Anyway, someone let the cops know about it so they came to the house, even though we weren't making any noise. We put all the alcohol together (why we didn't just hide it I don't know) and tried to pretend we were good little boys and girls just having a quiet party. I ran upstairs to get the cop some water and when I came back down everyone had gone, and alcohol was even gone. I started fearing for the life of my Tanqueray dry gin and ran outside to see if it had been thrown away, in which case I was going to salvage it.
::cough::
I am *not* an alcoholic.
And I will agree completely with you, Frankie.
A bunch of Baldwinites came back last night. It's not that I hate them, but it's just much... louder, with everyone around. I don't feel like Baldwin is my house any more. I can't leave stuff randomly lying around or blast my music at odd hours.
It's also weird. Somehow, with more people back, it's kind of lonlier.
Well, we had to get the stone rolling sooner or later. Maybe now I can actually be caught up and not fall behind.
I had a dream last night that Frankie, Jess, and a couple random people were having a small get-together in Baldwin (only in my dream, Baldwin was much bigger. It looked like South). Anyway, someone let the cops know about it so they came to the house, even though we weren't making any noise. We put all the alcohol together (why we didn't just hide it I don't know) and tried to pretend we were good little boys and girls just having a quiet party. I ran upstairs to get the cop some water and when I came back down everyone had gone, and alcohol was even gone. I started fearing for the life of my Tanqueray dry gin and ran outside to see if it had been thrown away, in which case I was going to salvage it.
::cough::
I am *not* an alcoholic.