just casue

[insaneragamufin]

so, im chillin at robyn and lindsays, ( but lindsay was at an exam) so when the time comes robyn and i go to towson to pick up said lindsay and drop me off at a party that was being thrown in the painting studio. as we passed the front of the building there was a fire truck sitting on the side of the road. "how foreboding is that?" i say, thinking it amusing that the same night a party of art majors is some where, fire trucks are about, as if waiting for the shit to hit the fan. i get let out by the music hall entrance. as i approach the building, robyn and lindsay speed off in anticipation of getting rid of me, and from inside the building, i hear a loud clanging. its the music department im going into, so i think its some one haveing fun with a triangle. as i go into the first set of doors, it gets really loud. and i think to myself " man, some one is going fucking nuts on that triangle." then i step through the second set of doors, and notice its the old fashioned fire alarm that can wake the dead, should there be a fire. ah. i say. so i go back out and head around to the other side of the building to see if the party is ou there, given the fire alarm is going off. the party, is in fact there. along with about fivehundred cop cars and three friar tucks. uh, trire fucks. FIRE TRUCKS. 3 fire trucks. so im thinking some thing like the followuing happened. party going on, its all good. people randomly getting paint stains on thier ass. what ever. boze is brought out. then some one pulls out a cig. THEN some one pulls out the ganjasaurus rex, sets off the friar alarm, cops come for what ever reason, and seeing a party of half stoned art kids calls for back up and every one ended up getting arrested. i start heading back, not wanting to intrude on cops arresting kids, because im sure they wouldnt mind adding a kid that looked lieka hobo to the list. anyways, as im heading back, i meet up with andy, who was on his way to the party too. i tell him what i know. five hundred cop cars and three trire fucks and my assumptions. he says we should head over there. i say alright. we can ask that surly looking cop if its cool if we go up there! i say. why of why did i say that. it'll get me in trouble as you'll later see. anyways, i walk over to the cop, and im like, hey, whats going on? im trying to get a painting out of the building. the cop says " oh, some trash can caught on fire. theres not much damage or anything, but the smoke is unbelieveable." i say alright, and head up to where theres a b8unch of kids from the party sitting. they see me, greetme, especially marcie, who wet herself when the cops showed up. not really, but you understand. anyways, every one was waiting for so long that most people took off. in the end, bat and i were the only ones left, we ended up going to brandons apartment down the hall, where shida ditched the lot of us and bat fell asleep while brandon and i watched half of 8-mile.

basically the point of that story was that i was supposed to go to a party, but it got cancelled before it really got going.

im coming home on thursday, which makes me happy. the bbq on wedness day makes me happy too. and oh yeah, theres the fac t that in like 38 hours im done for the semester.

-my indian name would be man with too many stories.