Manic Depressive much??
After leaving early Thursday afternoon, Jason and I catch some lunch on our way up to east lansing. I had seriously given thought to staying in good ole' Norwood, but I rationalized that this is my last St. Patty's day party as an official student, and I may not have this chance again. I'll be living here next year, so I can party here all I want. The chances to get out and enjoy someone else's bar scene as well as leave that lasting drunken impression are few. We got up there, almost immediately headed to the bar, met Greg there, started drinking, ordered food, and waited for the Xavier game to start. As it would turn out, CBS lied to us and instead of televising the entire X game, they showed some other game, of which I can't remember partially because of the alcohol, partially because I was watching the top of the screen for the latest update in my game. I'm sure I thoroughly confused everyone in that bar, as Greg and I would hi-five and cheer while there was nothing of note going on in the televised game. As soon as our bills came, we booked across the street to BW3's. Appearantly they have direct-tv and the NCAA package, so every game was on a screen. We found a corner of the bar no packed to the gills, stuck there, and attempted to play some pool. Greg would shoot, then have to nag me for a good three or four minutes to shoot because I was too immersed in the game. Eventually, Greg found a new table right in front of a tv with the game on it, so we crashed there, ordered some food, and did our best to annoy everyone around us who had no idea who the hell Xavier was. Eventually, we went down in defeat, but I got respect from all those spartys, so it's cool.
Greg invited Jason, Emily and I back to his place, so we walked over. He gave us some crazy rum I've never heard of, and it was quite tasty. Eventually he got a call from a friend to go to his apartment for a party, and even offered a ride there. It was closer to Emily's apartment, where we were going to crash, so I figured why not. That's where the memory begins to fail. I vaguely remember meeting people I've met previously at Greg's house, but after that, nothing. I don't remember getting lost on the way back to Emily's, nor getting picked up by her roommates. Lovely.
Friday started off quickly enough. Emily's roommate woke me up around 11 to ask if I was going to get food with them. Seeing as how I didn't see how else I was going to get food, I agreed. Still drunk and a bit hazy, I sat in the bar with them, being the only person ballsy enough to order a Guiness (or any alcohol for that matter) with lunch. I mean, come on. The whole point of us being there was to get really, really, really drunk on St. Patrick's Day, and no one will drink with me? Bullshit. Anyway, we walked around east lansing some, Jason and I got dragged into urban outfitters, it was mildly annoying until Emily and I made fun of all the people actually buying shit there. That, and her roommate making use of everything around her to dress up like a dj and use the turn-tables for sale there and get pictures that look almost like she's actually spinning there. Anyway, after that, we went back to the apartment, I finally took a shower (it was a trend for me to not take showers until 5 or so... stupid girls taking so long...), we got some dinner, then went to Crunchy's(?). Before I had a chance to bust out the Carbombs on people, Jason mentioned he wasn't feeling so well, so we headed back around 1 or so, got a fifth of Bushmills to take back with us, and I had a couple wiskey on the rocks before bed.
Woke up the next morning just before Greg called. We had roughly planned to see V for Vendetta, so we planned on 2:25 and worked on that. No one in the apartment had showered yet, and it was already 12:30. By the time Emily and Jason got done, it was 2:15 already, so I (again) didn't get to shower, but whatever. It was an entertaining movie. I'd watch it again. After that, we went back to the apartment, picked up her roommate, went to some sushi place that was pretty good, then went to Meijer to shop for the night. We picked up waaaay more alcohol than was necessary, but hey, it never hurts to be prepared. We watched some summer camp movie, drank some crazy mixed things that Emily and her roommate concocted, then called Greg. He was heading over to Kath's apartment anyway, offered to come get us, so we went with it. Packed up all the supplies and out to Greg's car, and over to Kath's. Not gonna lie, after walking into Kath's place, mixing a couple drinks and playing a couple games of pong with Jason, I really don't know what happened after that.
Jason and I left around 9 Sunday night, I got back here around 1:30, but couldn't really get to sleep until 3:30. I actually woke up for my 10:30, but since have been feeling really, really, really shitty. I knew I had a lot of work to do, (presentations, papers, reading, etc.) so it really shouldn't have been such an overwhelming burden. Well, I went to bed last night preparing to get up early to get things done before class, then stay after to get the rest done before my next class. I had my alarm set for 9. Sometime well before then, I have one of the most disturbing, nausea-inducing dreams ever. If you're a little faint of heart, I suggest you skip the next paragraph.
It started out normal enough. I'm just hanging out in this house I've never seen before, chilling with some people I'v enever met, no big deal. Just then, there's a knock on the door, and this guy who I appearantly recognize walks through the door with a huge camera and asks me if I'm ready. I give him the creepest smile I can muster (that's pretty creepy, mind you), and I dash to the garage to get some things. I'm dashing about the house, everyone who I just met is really, really confused, then I grab some dude, and drag him into the garage. Just before I fire up the chipper-shredder and feed this poor guy into it, my cameraman states the title of our little movie: "Top 10 Ways to Kill People." #10. I'm slowly feeding this dude into the chipper, the far wall of the garage goes from green to a reddish-black, and as the victim screams bloodly murder (pun not intended), the cameraman and I are howling like we're 13 pitching m-80's around. Everyone in the house hears what's going on and starts running about the house in the usual horror movie fashion, but for whatever reason, no one actually leaves the house. Odd, yeah, so the whole ordeal turns into this kind of hunter/hunted scenario where they can't really get away, it's just the shark chillin in the same tank as the school of fish. I grab someone else, pitch him across a room, he hits a wall and slumps down unconscious. I skip back to the garage, and return with some hedge clippers. #9. I place them about mid-forehead and lop off half his skull, leaving the poor guy's brain in half. Next victim gets tossed around, and as they lay passed out, I return with an ax. #8. I proceed to lop off everything at a joint. So basically I start with the three joints in your fingers, then wrists, toes, then feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, legs, and just kinda left the dude there. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on who you are) I can't really remember 2-7. #1 however, I remember the most vividly of all. I grab some poor soul, knock him out, lean him up against a wall, move to the garage, then return with a hammer and two nails. I place the first nail at the dude's eye, then rail into the damn thing, pinning his head to the wall. Appearantly, I hit it with enough force to drive the thing well into his skull. At one point, as we're both admiring my work, we watch the head begin to drop forward, then stop with a sickening thud mid-drop, as the back of the skull caught the head of the nail. I was so curious as to how this worked, and consequently if I could do it again, I had to go find someone else. I, of course, find this unfortunate victim, repeat the same method, and to both our delights, with the same result.
It was at this point that I woke up to at least the point where I knew I was dreaming, and from there nothing really happened. I got up, remembered to check the school's website, and much to my surprise, school was canceled until 4 due to snow. This was around 8. I saw that I had plenty of time to spare, so I turned off my alarm and went back to bed. The rest of the day was fine, but I just had this sense of depression that, I suppose by now, I'm used to. It comes and goes, I don't really do too much to get rid of it, it just passes. But what the hell? I have one of the best weekends ever, come home, get some decent sleep, and bam! Depression. Is that normal? Stupid question, I know, but still. The past two days, I've pretty much spent locked in my room, listening to music and writing. I don't think I've looked at my phone since sunday, so anyone who actually reads this and has tried to call, I'm not actively ignoring you, just passively. Anyway... maybe this will help, getting it all out and off my chest. We'll see.
Greg invited Jason, Emily and I back to his place, so we walked over. He gave us some crazy rum I've never heard of, and it was quite tasty. Eventually he got a call from a friend to go to his apartment for a party, and even offered a ride there. It was closer to Emily's apartment, where we were going to crash, so I figured why not. That's where the memory begins to fail. I vaguely remember meeting people I've met previously at Greg's house, but after that, nothing. I don't remember getting lost on the way back to Emily's, nor getting picked up by her roommates. Lovely.
Friday started off quickly enough. Emily's roommate woke me up around 11 to ask if I was going to get food with them. Seeing as how I didn't see how else I was going to get food, I agreed. Still drunk and a bit hazy, I sat in the bar with them, being the only person ballsy enough to order a Guiness (or any alcohol for that matter) with lunch. I mean, come on. The whole point of us being there was to get really, really, really drunk on St. Patrick's Day, and no one will drink with me? Bullshit. Anyway, we walked around east lansing some, Jason and I got dragged into urban outfitters, it was mildly annoying until Emily and I made fun of all the people actually buying shit there. That, and her roommate making use of everything around her to dress up like a dj and use the turn-tables for sale there and get pictures that look almost like she's actually spinning there. Anyway, after that, we went back to the apartment, I finally took a shower (it was a trend for me to not take showers until 5 or so... stupid girls taking so long...), we got some dinner, then went to Crunchy's(?). Before I had a chance to bust out the Carbombs on people, Jason mentioned he wasn't feeling so well, so we headed back around 1 or so, got a fifth of Bushmills to take back with us, and I had a couple wiskey on the rocks before bed.
Woke up the next morning just before Greg called. We had roughly planned to see V for Vendetta, so we planned on 2:25 and worked on that. No one in the apartment had showered yet, and it was already 12:30. By the time Emily and Jason got done, it was 2:15 already, so I (again) didn't get to shower, but whatever. It was an entertaining movie. I'd watch it again. After that, we went back to the apartment, picked up her roommate, went to some sushi place that was pretty good, then went to Meijer to shop for the night. We picked up waaaay more alcohol than was necessary, but hey, it never hurts to be prepared. We watched some summer camp movie, drank some crazy mixed things that Emily and her roommate concocted, then called Greg. He was heading over to Kath's apartment anyway, offered to come get us, so we went with it. Packed up all the supplies and out to Greg's car, and over to Kath's. Not gonna lie, after walking into Kath's place, mixing a couple drinks and playing a couple games of pong with Jason, I really don't know what happened after that.
Jason and I left around 9 Sunday night, I got back here around 1:30, but couldn't really get to sleep until 3:30. I actually woke up for my 10:30, but since have been feeling really, really, really shitty. I knew I had a lot of work to do, (presentations, papers, reading, etc.) so it really shouldn't have been such an overwhelming burden. Well, I went to bed last night preparing to get up early to get things done before class, then stay after to get the rest done before my next class. I had my alarm set for 9. Sometime well before then, I have one of the most disturbing, nausea-inducing dreams ever. If you're a little faint of heart, I suggest you skip the next paragraph.
It started out normal enough. I'm just hanging out in this house I've never seen before, chilling with some people I'v enever met, no big deal. Just then, there's a knock on the door, and this guy who I appearantly recognize walks through the door with a huge camera and asks me if I'm ready. I give him the creepest smile I can muster (that's pretty creepy, mind you), and I dash to the garage to get some things. I'm dashing about the house, everyone who I just met is really, really confused, then I grab some dude, and drag him into the garage. Just before I fire up the chipper-shredder and feed this poor guy into it, my cameraman states the title of our little movie: "Top 10 Ways to Kill People." #10. I'm slowly feeding this dude into the chipper, the far wall of the garage goes from green to a reddish-black, and as the victim screams bloodly murder (pun not intended), the cameraman and I are howling like we're 13 pitching m-80's around. Everyone in the house hears what's going on and starts running about the house in the usual horror movie fashion, but for whatever reason, no one actually leaves the house. Odd, yeah, so the whole ordeal turns into this kind of hunter/hunted scenario where they can't really get away, it's just the shark chillin in the same tank as the school of fish. I grab someone else, pitch him across a room, he hits a wall and slumps down unconscious. I skip back to the garage, and return with some hedge clippers. #9. I place them about mid-forehead and lop off half his skull, leaving the poor guy's brain in half. Next victim gets tossed around, and as they lay passed out, I return with an ax. #8. I proceed to lop off everything at a joint. So basically I start with the three joints in your fingers, then wrists, toes, then feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, legs, and just kinda left the dude there. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on who you are) I can't really remember 2-7. #1 however, I remember the most vividly of all. I grab some poor soul, knock him out, lean him up against a wall, move to the garage, then return with a hammer and two nails. I place the first nail at the dude's eye, then rail into the damn thing, pinning his head to the wall. Appearantly, I hit it with enough force to drive the thing well into his skull. At one point, as we're both admiring my work, we watch the head begin to drop forward, then stop with a sickening thud mid-drop, as the back of the skull caught the head of the nail. I was so curious as to how this worked, and consequently if I could do it again, I had to go find someone else. I, of course, find this unfortunate victim, repeat the same method, and to both our delights, with the same result.
It was at this point that I woke up to at least the point where I knew I was dreaming, and from there nothing really happened. I got up, remembered to check the school's website, and much to my surprise, school was canceled until 4 due to snow. This was around 8. I saw that I had plenty of time to spare, so I turned off my alarm and went back to bed. The rest of the day was fine, but I just had this sense of depression that, I suppose by now, I'm used to. It comes and goes, I don't really do too much to get rid of it, it just passes. But what the hell? I have one of the best weekends ever, come home, get some decent sleep, and bam! Depression. Is that normal? Stupid question, I know, but still. The past two days, I've pretty much spent locked in my room, listening to music and writing. I don't think I've looked at my phone since sunday, so anyone who actually reads this and has tried to call, I'm not actively ignoring you, just passively. Anyway... maybe this will help, getting it all out and off my chest. We'll see.