"See you... never again, f*ckface!"
This is me about to go to bed. Have not been here in quite awhile, and school is just picking up again. This weekend, I should really have been writing my paper on the Merchant of Venice some more, but life has been too good to pass up for lame things like grades and work.
YAS Ball was last night!!! It had good and less good points, as usual. Lowlights consist of things like the fact that it was divided into a drinking room and an underage room. LAME! Oh well. And I was out-drunked yet again, though not by a younger, visiting Islander this time, so it's not quite as embarrassing as it could be. Next year, when we are nineteen, we are going to rock the good times at YAS Ball hardcore. It's like a better-than-prom substitute for us as we become slightly more mature.
And then post-YAS, more good times. Jess's friend Jason was, shall we say... "smammered". He made my night, what with his carrot and how-many-chicks-his-roommate-was-fucking fixations. Good times.
The other day, in my bored wanderings which led me to Quinpool, among other wondrous things, I saw a poster that told me Windom Earle was playing at the One World Cafe tonight! I was quite determined to go - Windom Earle are wicked-awesome, for those of you who haven't noticed. Unfortunately, the One World Cafe happens to be in the North End. For those who are unfortunate enough not to live in Halifax, that is one of those places you don't go by yourself. Especially after dark. It was looking like I was going to have to abort my plan, or at best risk going there with just Laura, but somehow it ended up being about eight of us adventuring down there. And yes, they were as excellent as I remember. We wandered back, chilled in Teri's (whoa, what a shock...), and I managed to get in some watching of D:TNG. I think I'm converting more people, gradually...
Now, to bed. Must get up for breakfast and church. And paper writing (gag). And that not going to bed until 4 am today didn't help... Oh, YAS. How we love you.
Hotel Song
Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
Floaters in my eyes
Wake up in an hotel room
Cigarettes and lies
I am a child, it's too soon
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address I wade downstairs
The porter smiles to me a smile
I've bought
With a couple of gold coins
A sign that I've been caught
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend...
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address
Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend...
YAS Ball was last night!!! It had good and less good points, as usual. Lowlights consist of things like the fact that it was divided into a drinking room and an underage room. LAME! Oh well. And I was out-drunked yet again, though not by a younger, visiting Islander this time, so it's not quite as embarrassing as it could be. Next year, when we are nineteen, we are going to rock the good times at YAS Ball hardcore. It's like a better-than-prom substitute for us as we become slightly more mature.
And then post-YAS, more good times. Jess's friend Jason was, shall we say... "smammered". He made my night, what with his carrot and how-many-chicks-his-roommate-was-fucking fixations. Good times.
The other day, in my bored wanderings which led me to Quinpool, among other wondrous things, I saw a poster that told me Windom Earle was playing at the One World Cafe tonight! I was quite determined to go - Windom Earle are wicked-awesome, for those of you who haven't noticed. Unfortunately, the One World Cafe happens to be in the North End. For those who are unfortunate enough not to live in Halifax, that is one of those places you don't go by yourself. Especially after dark. It was looking like I was going to have to abort my plan, or at best risk going there with just Laura, but somehow it ended up being about eight of us adventuring down there. And yes, they were as excellent as I remember. We wandered back, chilled in Teri's (whoa, what a shock...), and I managed to get in some watching of D:TNG. I think I'm converting more people, gradually...
Now, to bed. Must get up for breakfast and church. And paper writing (gag). And that not going to bed until 4 am today didn't help... Oh, YAS. How we love you.
Hotel Song
Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
Floaters in my eyes
Wake up in an hotel room
Cigarettes and lies
I am a child, it's too soon
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address I wade downstairs
The porter smiles to me a smile
I've bought
With a couple of gold coins
A sign that I've been caught
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend...
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who's the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don't know her address
Come in, come in
Come into my world I've got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I've got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend...