The L'Arc 30-Day Challenge -- Day 12
It's now 12:01. Crap...that means I missed a day. Aw, man! And after I was being so careful! Now that means I can't reach my goal of posting each response to the questions for 30 consecutive days :(
But I have a perfectly good excuse as to why I posted late. I'll post the whole story below!
...See? Colorful! :3 Read below to learn how and why I got this way!
Tonight Hatter Productions hosted a "Paint Rave", where the whole goal of the night was to dance all your stress away while while spraying each other with paint from plastic ketchup bottles they give you before you enter. The dress code was a white T-shirt paired with pants that you don't mind getting permanently stained with paint. The rave was located outside in the soccer field under a gigantic white tent outfitted with huge speakers, a DJ area, and a ton of black lights lining the inner rim of its perimeter (these lights add an awesome glowing effect to all the paint on your shirt). Located a short distance away from the tent is a small drink station stocked with water and many different kinds of soda. Across from the drinking station is a large table supporting three huge vats, storing either red, orange or yellow paint. This is where you refill your bottle once you run out of paint--which you most certainly will. This station is monitored by HP staff so that nobody goes overboard or does something stupid with the vats. At one point they had to cut us off from the paint until later so that people who arrived late had some paint to use.
This being my very first year at Stetson University I had no idea what to expect from this annual event, so I was a bit apprehensive as I approached the flashing lights and the booming techno music. As I opened the gate to Rinker Field and entered the perimeter, I was immediately assaulted by one of my friends who had arrived earlier than I had, a red stream of thick red paint leaving a large wet blotch on the center of my chest; it almost looked like I had just been shot or somebody had stabbed my chest with a knife. I stood there stunned for a moment, but I quickly recovered and retaliated with a red stream of my own; the red splattered horizontally across his neck, making it appear as though his throat had been slit.
We started laughing hysterically when we both noticed the graphic scene we had just created, and then we both shrieked and ran for cover when a group of our peers ambushed us and began bombarding us with jets of orange and yellow. We all chased each other around the field for a while until we all ran out of paint, and after refilling our bottles we entered the giant white canopy and spent the rest of the night dancing and covering ourselves in spurts of paint.
The first couple of hours was a blast, but then it started getting very crowded and extremely uncomfortable due to the sudden flooding of the event by all the frats on campus, which made it difficult for us to dance--not only because there were so many of them, but also because they dance like lunatics and make you fear for your life. They're always so rowdy and rough and nothing good ever comes from having so many of them in one place.
Very quickly the supply of paint ran dry after they arrived, so they then started mixing the leftover paint with ice water and dumping large quantities of the cold colored liquid on the groups of people inside the tent. So then we all decided that it was time to leave to prevent any further injuries and annoyance.
As we were leaving I came up with a great idea: it would be a shame to just go home and take a shower and not have some fun with the way we look right now, right? Why not walk over to Seven Eleven and buy some slushies? That way we could enjoy the reactions of all the people who saw us in this state.
The others fervently agreed with this genius plan, and so we all walked downtown to Seven Eleven and bought ourselves some tasty frozen treats.
The reactions of all the people inside the store did not disappoint ;)
So after I got home I spent nearly a whole hour in the shower trying to get all the dried paint off of me. I meticulously scrubbed every square inch of my paint-encrusted skin. Somehow the paint had leaked through my clothes entirely, so I had a lot more to clean off than I thought...and that is why I was late posting the answer to this challenge!
{For more pictures of my condition after the event, click << here>>}
Because I took up a lot of room with the paint rave story, I'm posting the rest of my previous answers in a link as well.
Click << here>> for the entries for Day 1 to Day 7
Click << here>> for the entries for Day 8 to Day 11
Day 12 - A song you don't like from them
Hah! I've prepared myself for this one, and I already know the answer to this question. It may sound shocking, but I don't have much difficulty in answering this question. It's waaay easier for me to pick a least favorite than it is to pick a favorite, because there aren't many songs I don't like from them. Less to choose from, see? The songs I don't like from this band is between L'heure and Good-morning Hide. I don't like L'heure very much because there's no hyde in it, just a conversation in French, and that annoys me ( Sure, songs like Larva don't have hyde in it, but it's not supposed to -- it's a transition song into Butterfly's Sleep). But I really don't like Good-morning Hide because, since English is my first language and all, I don't appreciate it when English lyrics are sung in a way that doesn't seem very...well...organized. The flow could be much better, but the problem of the flow doesn't come from the singing --it's really from the lyrics. I can say that I hate the lyrics and still say that I love ALL of the lyrics hyde writes, because in fact it was Sakura who wrote the lyrics to this song, not hyde. This would explain why the lyrics just don't sit well with me with this song. Although I can appreciate the sentiment behind Sakura's writing of this song for our dear Hide, he just...didn't do a very good job of writing it (Sorry, Sa-chan >.<). hyde writes much better, he's never had any problems with the flow of an English song that I can think of. So yeah, that's my answer to this questions.
...Hah, can't wait to hear everybody else's response to this question once it's their turn to answer XD
Still to come:
Day 13 - Your favorite PV
Day 14 - Your favorite Album
Day 15 - Your favorite song from Dune
Day 16 - Your favorite song from Tierra
Day 17 - Your favorite song from Heavenly
Day 18 - Your favorite song from True
Day 19 - Your favorite song from Heart
Day 20 - Your favorite song from Ark
Day 21 - Your favorite song from Ray
Day 22 - Your favorite song from Real
Day 23 - Your favorite song from Smile
Day 24 - Your favorite song from Awake
Day 25 - Your favorite song from Kiss
Day 26 - Your favorite B-side
Day 27 - Your favorite P’Unk~en~Ciel’s song
Day 28 - Some goods you own
Day 29 - A cover by yourself
Day 30 - Your “all time” favorite song
But I have a perfectly good excuse as to why I posted late. I'll post the whole story below!
...See? Colorful! :3 Read below to learn how and why I got this way!
Tonight Hatter Productions hosted a "Paint Rave", where the whole goal of the night was to dance all your stress away while while spraying each other with paint from plastic ketchup bottles they give you before you enter. The dress code was a white T-shirt paired with pants that you don't mind getting permanently stained with paint. The rave was located outside in the soccer field under a gigantic white tent outfitted with huge speakers, a DJ area, and a ton of black lights lining the inner rim of its perimeter (these lights add an awesome glowing effect to all the paint on your shirt). Located a short distance away from the tent is a small drink station stocked with water and many different kinds of soda. Across from the drinking station is a large table supporting three huge vats, storing either red, orange or yellow paint. This is where you refill your bottle once you run out of paint--which you most certainly will. This station is monitored by HP staff so that nobody goes overboard or does something stupid with the vats. At one point they had to cut us off from the paint until later so that people who arrived late had some paint to use.
This being my very first year at Stetson University I had no idea what to expect from this annual event, so I was a bit apprehensive as I approached the flashing lights and the booming techno music. As I opened the gate to Rinker Field and entered the perimeter, I was immediately assaulted by one of my friends who had arrived earlier than I had, a red stream of thick red paint leaving a large wet blotch on the center of my chest; it almost looked like I had just been shot or somebody had stabbed my chest with a knife. I stood there stunned for a moment, but I quickly recovered and retaliated with a red stream of my own; the red splattered horizontally across his neck, making it appear as though his throat had been slit.
We started laughing hysterically when we both noticed the graphic scene we had just created, and then we both shrieked and ran for cover when a group of our peers ambushed us and began bombarding us with jets of orange and yellow. We all chased each other around the field for a while until we all ran out of paint, and after refilling our bottles we entered the giant white canopy and spent the rest of the night dancing and covering ourselves in spurts of paint.
The first couple of hours was a blast, but then it started getting very crowded and extremely uncomfortable due to the sudden flooding of the event by all the frats on campus, which made it difficult for us to dance--not only because there were so many of them, but also because they dance like lunatics and make you fear for your life. They're always so rowdy and rough and nothing good ever comes from having so many of them in one place.
Very quickly the supply of paint ran dry after they arrived, so they then started mixing the leftover paint with ice water and dumping large quantities of the cold colored liquid on the groups of people inside the tent. So then we all decided that it was time to leave to prevent any further injuries and annoyance.
As we were leaving I came up with a great idea: it would be a shame to just go home and take a shower and not have some fun with the way we look right now, right? Why not walk over to Seven Eleven and buy some slushies? That way we could enjoy the reactions of all the people who saw us in this state.
The others fervently agreed with this genius plan, and so we all walked downtown to Seven Eleven and bought ourselves some tasty frozen treats.
The reactions of all the people inside the store did not disappoint ;)
So after I got home I spent nearly a whole hour in the shower trying to get all the dried paint off of me. I meticulously scrubbed every square inch of my paint-encrusted skin. Somehow the paint had leaked through my clothes entirely, so I had a lot more to clean off than I thought...and that is why I was late posting the answer to this challenge!
{For more pictures of my condition after the event, click << here>>}
Because I took up a lot of room with the paint rave story, I'm posting the rest of my previous answers in a link as well.
Click << here>> for the entries for Day 1 to Day 7
Click << here>> for the entries for Day 8 to Day 11
Day 12 - A song you don't like from them
Hah! I've prepared myself for this one, and I already know the answer to this question. It may sound shocking, but I don't have much difficulty in answering this question. It's waaay easier for me to pick a least favorite than it is to pick a favorite, because there aren't many songs I don't like from them. Less to choose from, see? The songs I don't like from this band is between L'heure and Good-morning Hide. I don't like L'heure very much because there's no hyde in it, just a conversation in French, and that annoys me ( Sure, songs like Larva don't have hyde in it, but it's not supposed to -- it's a transition song into Butterfly's Sleep). But I really don't like Good-morning Hide because, since English is my first language and all, I don't appreciate it when English lyrics are sung in a way that doesn't seem very...well...organized. The flow could be much better, but the problem of the flow doesn't come from the singing --it's really from the lyrics. I can say that I hate the lyrics and still say that I love ALL of the lyrics hyde writes, because in fact it was Sakura who wrote the lyrics to this song, not hyde. This would explain why the lyrics just don't sit well with me with this song. Although I can appreciate the sentiment behind Sakura's writing of this song for our dear Hide, he just...didn't do a very good job of writing it (Sorry, Sa-chan >.<). hyde writes much better, he's never had any problems with the flow of an English song that I can think of. So yeah, that's my answer to this questions.
...Hah, can't wait to hear everybody else's response to this question once it's their turn to answer XD
Still to come:
Day 13 - Your favorite PV
Day 14 - Your favorite Album
Day 15 - Your favorite song from Dune
Day 16 - Your favorite song from Tierra
Day 17 - Your favorite song from Heavenly
Day 18 - Your favorite song from True
Day 19 - Your favorite song from Heart
Day 20 - Your favorite song from Ark
Day 21 - Your favorite song from Ray
Day 22 - Your favorite song from Real
Day 23 - Your favorite song from Smile
Day 24 - Your favorite song from Awake
Day 25 - Your favorite song from Kiss
Day 26 - Your favorite B-side
Day 27 - Your favorite P’Unk~en~Ciel’s song
Day 28 - Some goods you own
Day 29 - A cover by yourself
Day 30 - Your “all time” favorite song