Tingle. . .it's more than a feeling

Aug 18, 2004 16:08

Well, in keeping with the LJ trend Erin and Co. started I'm posting my best/worse Tingle memories. For those who don't know tingle was the incredibly insane fucked up creative arts dorm that Erin, Jack, etc, and I lived in freshman year.

Keeping with my optimistic personality, we'll start with the best.
Never mind that most of these memories involve drugs. It was that kind of year.
(1) Smoking pot on the Humpty Lumpty, listening to Bob Marley coming out of Erin's window, just chilling in the sun.

(2) Tom's dormroom bar, because that's where I first heard Paul Simon, Modest Mouse, and about three jillion other bands I love. Just sitting there drinking Kahlua and milk on credit, watching Eli play chess, generally observing/listening.

(3) Eating mushrooms and sucking on my toes in the lounge, freaking out these kids from Corvallis who the RAs kept trying to kick out becuase they were drunk and didn't live there, and they jsut kept screaming "but she's SUCKING HER TOES" and my RA just told them it was okay, I lived there, I could suck my toes if I wanted to.

(4) After staying up for like three days on various drugs and coffee we went to a sunrise ceremony performed by this shaman, and then I went on this really long bike ride offf road in Alton Baker park, in the pouring rain. When I got back to the dorms I was absolutely soaked, and it was seriously storming, and I watched this squirrel in the tree by the smoking stoop try to get to this birdfeeder Jenna had put in the tree. The wind was almost blowing this squirrel out of the tree, but it just kept on trying. I was so sleep depped and high and cold and wet I thought it was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen.

(5) The opium den. Any day, any time.

Okay, the worst.
(1) Any panic attack I had.
(2) When Eli overdosed on LSA.
(3) Tyler walking me through his bad trip, showing me every place he almost killed himself
(4) Having Mono.
(5) When I wanted to kill myself and Cahoots came.
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