I fell nauseated and exhausted into bed at six, right after dinner, but I'm not really wired for long sleeps, however fervently I desire them, wanting to just pass through boredom or physical discomfort on a raft of dreams. I woke up a few minutes ago (ETA: it took a long time for me to write this entry; "a few minutes ago" when I typed that ( Read more... )

"Oh, you smoke Parliaments?" she squeaked. "Hey, I smoke Parliaments! Wicked!" It was definitely a squeak, but it wasn't an unpleasant squeak; it was soft and scratchy, rough at the edges. She was wearing a sort of mask made out of noxiously green glow sticks. "I'm going to a rave," she informed me, shaking her blonde Sailor Moon pigtails. I smiled ( Read more... )

And then she got really high on common pantry spices ( Read more... )

Thursday night, my last night at Warren Wilson, I ended up talking and dancing with about every person in the creative writing department who I can actually be bothered to both respect and like down in Rex and Ilinca's room. We were drinking noxious cocktails that looked like they ought to be sizzling in beakers in some B-movie mad scientist's lab ( Read more... )

Oh dear christ I should not have had that pizza. (At least not so much of it).  Ugh. Tonight was the night-- well, afternoon/evening, really, but it got dark while we were working-- we on the editorial board of the college art and lit magazine went through each and every one of the eighty-eight submissions we recieved this month and rejected ( Read more... )

This is not a drunk!post, only a slightly-tipsy!post. Just enough wine to make me loquacious and a poor typist. Okay, I was in a dorm room with some kids & there was a bottle of red & stolen cafeteria mugs & it smelled of incense & these candles Elizabeth had out with pictures of saints and archangels printed on the sides. Pine. Roses. Animal ( Read more... )

I've discovered the cure for horribly limiting social awkwardness. It's called Three Cans of Beer and Two Shots Of Whiskey. After curing myself, I spoke to people. I made friends! I bonded! I experienced affectionate physical contact for the first time in months! (Apart from acrobatics practice, I suppose, if you count that as affectionate.) There ( Read more... )