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Once again, Livejournal takes the place of Aspirin as a cure to a wild night now.
Actually, screw it. I'm not replacing Aspirin with anything. Excuse me.
*Downs some pills*
Better.
Last night was a crazier night than most for the girls in 323.
It started fairly tame, we went to the 20th annual Californian avocado festival with our friend Geoff. Lots of guacamole and reggae. Beautiful golden full moon.
Coming back to Westmont, we got randomly called upon by some people in the Page parking lot, who asked us if we wanted to go to Isla Vista with them.
Isla Vista is where the students and poor people live, and it is pretty much nothing but houseparties and patrolling police cars as far as the eye can see.
You know in every teen movie, there is the "party scene" where the camera pans out over a street, and you see party people all strolling along in a big gang of hormones, carrying kegs, heading in the direction of loud music? And there's always a couple who frolic past, and some kid holding bottles of beer in his pockets, and some "grungers" whizz past on skateboards? And at the party there is some random band playing (in the movies it is actually a very well known band, but everyone pretends like they haven't heard of "Reel Big Fish" or "Blink 182" and carry on bouncing away) and there are couples making out graphically on a worn out sofa outside some sliding doors? And maybe the camera pans past some frat houses, and there are bras hanging from the trees outside, and girls in cowboy hats teetering in a line to get in to watch Thad totally hit the keg for the third time tonight?
IT WAS EXACTLY LIKE THAT
IN EVERY SINGLE WAY
It was very weird.
I'm tired.
zzzzzzzz
Actually, screw it. I'm not replacing Aspirin with anything. Excuse me.
*Downs some pills*
Better.
Last night was a crazier night than most for the girls in 323.
It started fairly tame, we went to the 20th annual Californian avocado festival with our friend Geoff. Lots of guacamole and reggae. Beautiful golden full moon.
Coming back to Westmont, we got randomly called upon by some people in the Page parking lot, who asked us if we wanted to go to Isla Vista with them.
Isla Vista is where the students and poor people live, and it is pretty much nothing but houseparties and patrolling police cars as far as the eye can see.
You know in every teen movie, there is the "party scene" where the camera pans out over a street, and you see party people all strolling along in a big gang of hormones, carrying kegs, heading in the direction of loud music? And there's always a couple who frolic past, and some kid holding bottles of beer in his pockets, and some "grungers" whizz past on skateboards? And at the party there is some random band playing (in the movies it is actually a very well known band, but everyone pretends like they haven't heard of "Reel Big Fish" or "Blink 182" and carry on bouncing away) and there are couples making out graphically on a worn out sofa outside some sliding doors? And maybe the camera pans past some frat houses, and there are bras hanging from the trees outside, and girls in cowboy hats teetering in a line to get in to watch Thad totally hit the keg for the third time tonight?
IT WAS EXACTLY LIKE THAT
IN EVERY SINGLE WAY
It was very weird.
I'm tired.
zzzzzzzz