i get in at 630 am this morning, from a night of working guest list at Kurfew, outside, in the rainy coldness of the night. i couldn't feel my fingers and toes for most of the evening, and i think had hypothermia at some point, so that nicely accented my plague, emboli, anthrax and lead poisoning, they went well together.
i walk with jay back to demarest, and all i want to do is find some derelict couch in the tv room, and chill until the busses come at 8 to take me back to douglass.
jay lost his slash card
we couldn't get in
at 630 in the morning, i no longer care to express emotion towards frustrating situations, so i say g'bye to jay, leave him to bang on windows and wake some unhappy resident up to let him in, a situation i'd rather not have blame for, and i wander to the student center, slash my debit card at the bank door and huddle under the desk in there, because its semi-warm and dry, and the only option to sitting at the bus station and furthering my state of hypothermia. an hour and fifteen minutes to kill until the EE comes to drag my poor disheveled, damp, cold, sparkly self back to my dorm room. About seven or so, this kid pulls up, and tries to get in to use the atm, i open the door, crawl back to my space, and commence to tiredly shivering...he turns around, and asks me if im ok, i explain that im waiting for the bus, he then asks if id like to go to dunkin donuts. ive got an hour to kill, and im hungry....the offer sounded much better then sitting there wasting away for the next hour alone.
i hop in the car with him and his friend, we drive to dunkin donuts, i get a bagel, i make two new friends. they then drive me back to my dorm, just because they had nothing better to do. rock.
the best things happen spontaneously. i mean, who the fuck decides to ask the disheveled girl, with sparkles all over her face, shivering on the floor under a desk alone to go to dunkin donuts with them?
as many times as people piss me off by showing astounding signs of stupidity and other behavior i find particularly disgusting *sigh* not that i have room to talk, the moment of spontaneity almost (almost) rectifies most of my feelings of despise against the "normal" population, but then, those involved in my spontaneity are rarely normal.
and as much as i love those moments, it think they just further my feeling of detachment from the world, from whatever system i am supposed to be a part of...maybe that why i love them so much....love destruction...
i think this is the longest post ive ever made... im gonna go wander in odd spirally directions, and try to avoid walls...*frown* agh!