Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
However, life as a whole is not totally awful. After berating me for multiple issues my director left me to safeguard his office (so of course i blog) and there’s a team of Drexel Players hovering outside of the door planning tonight’s Cast Party. So, after the interview life should improve. Hopefully. Or not.
by krisis
So, in true Krisis form, i was chatting with this incredibly cute inebriated girl last night, and she was sorta hanging on me more than i typically expect any person to want to hang on me. However, seeing as she was drunk, i just continued to have a conversation with her and eventually (after shaking my hand no less than 10 times) she left to go hang on someone else while i reflected that she was terribly cute and that it’s a shame it felt as thought it would be morally bankrupt to flirt with her.
Twenty minutes later we found her in a bedroom with the lead singer of the band. I had to open the door with a broom to make sure i didn’t get entangled in their little tryst. Eventually we locked her in a bathroom (she was gonna be in there a while anyhow, trust me) while the lead singer desperately tried to find her and then left in a haze of rock’n’roll.
by krisis
krisis: Well, i was totally coherent, but i lost all ability to reason. Like, i’d get to a corner and i wouldn’t be able to decide which way to cross.
matt: i see
krisis: So, if i saw any cops i was just gonna chuck my drink into the snow and avoid trying to cross any streets.
matt: My guess is with your ability not to reason you would have thrown it at the cops.
by krisis
I was jogging at about three minutes to midnight.
You see, i started off the night at Amy’s house, where there was a live band but where i knew hardly anyone. At about 10 i left Amy’s, promising to make it back for the ball drop, and headed to a second party at Karen’s. However, when i reached Karen’s house i found that i really didn’t know what floor she lived on, and stood on the porch dumbfounded for a minute or two, thinking i’d have to go back to Amy’s. Luckily, my friend Carlos showed up with no less than ten people in tow and proceeded to ring all four of the doorbells repeatedly until Karen came to the door to let us in. I knew slightly more people at Karen’s, but i found out that Carlos had arrived from his house party where nearly all of the Drexel Players had been stowed, so i eventually wound up there.
The Players were a blast, as always, and the highlight of my night was definitely a rendition of “Silent Night” done with a “Yo MTV Raps!” keyboard patch. However, when i looked at a watch (not mine, cause i didn’t wear one) i saw it was five minutes to midnite, and i had exactly five blocks to travel to make it back to Amy’s. After losing a minute to wrestling my way past a drunken gorilla-shaped acquaintance who wanted me to stay, i hit the streets at a jog. I nearly gave up halfway there, but i didn’t hear any shouting or anything, so i figured i still had a chance to make it. I go to Amy’s (almost breaking poor Tim’s nose when i flung open the door) with 15 seconds to spare on the countdown clock. Winded, i plopped myself down on a couch and joined the countdown.
That’s a story about jogging, which gets your blood pumping.
by krisis
I take everything awful i said about that RadioHead album back. i was just at a party (you know, partying), and it came on, and suddenly it made more sense to me than anything else in the universe. It crawled into my ear and now i don’t think it’s going to leave my head. And, now i’m here with my cd’s and i have nothing that can put me where that cd was headed… nothing. I have half a mind to download it all right now… do you see how awful this is for me? Instead i’ll just turn on the bubble lamp. Remind me tomorrow to tell you about all the jogging i did tonight