Happy Halloweekend!

Last night, with about an hour until I needed to be ready to attend the halloween party over yonder, I made an amazing revision to my costume. I ditched the conehead, added a trucker hat, my orange scarf, a small toy sword, and put on my shiny dressy shoes.

I was a trendy terrorist.

Though I'm not a big fan of beer, it was the only form of booze available, so I ended up nursing cans of Rainier (yuck) until I had disgusting vurp (vomit-burp) and promptly stopped.

Lots of girls talked to me, which was cool, but I wasn't really interested in any of them. If they weren't sucking on a cigarette, then they were too drunk to hold non-tard conversation. They were all 100% white girls, too. Stupid honky Bellingham.

This was the first time I'd been drunk and/or partied since spring break, and I was given a nice reminder why. I can't stand idiots!

I was chilling on the couch with these girls and this one guy I know, who isn't too bright without booze, approached one of the girls (Tina, I think) in a drunken stupor. In his most sincere drunken voice, he made a request for some hot pussy.

"I just want some hot pussy."

"See, I want some hot pussy."

"I just want some hot pussy."

"Hot pussy."

His well-crafted argument failed to woo the girl, and then some other drunken guys seized on the opportunity to show how well they could defend the girl's hot pussy from the guy's advances and began to deride his costume.

Later on, as we were leaving, a huge crowd gathered in the middle of the street. A few people were shouting at eachother in the middle of the crowd. I decided to snap a picture, and immediately after, fists started flying.

What caused these people to become so angry? Was it denial of hot pussy? I can only speculate.

Pictures:

Jack-o-Lantern'd!

We had an NSCS meeting tonight, a social activity. We carved pumpkins. Only two non-officers showed up, and one of our officers even failed to show up, but oh well, I made a kickass pumpkin. Check it out:

With the lights on:

SPOOKY!!!!!

Run, Homestar, run!

Rarrrr

I think this shall be my costume for Halloween:

I think I'm a punk conehead terrorist. Possibly a punk conehead ninja.

NYT Subscriptions made NSCS $1035. That rules.

LaRouche is LaFunny

I was sitting in the skybridge yesterday and spotted a sign with my fellow NSCS officers out in Red Square that read "W '04 = Little Penis... Big Wars." I resolved to shoot a photo of it if it was back today, and it was, so I did:

That's just the cutest thing ever. LOLRouche 2004

Christina is sexy and I'm good at making her laugh. I need to hire Tanya Harding to take care of her boyfriend. (1994 reference, damn straight!)

A separate update for separate things

Things that have occurred:

• I spoke with Minh for fifteen minutes on her radio show on Sunday. I was worried that work obligations might make me miss it, but those obligations evaporated. I don't know if she liked my politically biased views, though.


• I bought a new vacuum. It sucks. (hurrrrr)
  
  


• I accidentally got on the wrong bus today. It turned at 21st St. and Bill McDonald, so I got off by the 808's and decided to pay Timmy a visit. His apartment looks remarkably like his room and our living room of last year combined into some kind of large living room with a bed and some gaudy posters of ladies.


• I studied with Christina. I discovered that she has a boyfriend. I aced the test, and she did not.


• I sat with Tara yesterday, and she was talking the entire period like a person who talks when they are nervous would talk. I was going to try and be smooth and ask if she wanted to study while walking out of class with her, but she immediately broke off - "I have to go to the ladies room, seeya Wednesday!" WTF? Dammit, that's hella mysterious.


• My Dad keeps calling my phone and leaving messages. I need to send him a dismissive but non-inflammatory letter explaining why I'd rather not talk to him.


• Irene says I'm fat. :(

Twat? I can't hear you! I have an ear infuction(duction)!

NSCS Induction was last Thursday. I got to speak publicly in front of a crowd of about eighty people, which I've never done before. I also got to go on a speedwalking marathon a couple hours before that, something else which I've never done before.

The speedwalking was due to Event Service's serious lack of professionalism. Not only had they double-booked their sound system, requiring me to haul a PA from Miller Hall to the VU, but they also spaced on our request to have tables setup. Luckily, I was aided by one of the two head VU people. I think his name was Greg. Greg led me through the bowels of Viking Union to the place where tables are kept. It was enlightening to see the behind-the-scenes of a building. I learned that the VU has a bunch of half floors that only the service elevator stops at, as well.

Sweaty from both panic and exercise, I went to work on setting up the projector (another thing I had to procure from classroom services, but not really Event Services' fault - we had requested an 'overhead projector,' and that is what we received') and linking it to my iBook. Katie arrived with Eddie, and I learned that we didn't need a projector after all. I set the projector up in the corner and ran an edited version of my NSCS DC slideshow. It was classy.

Our harpist was also classy. We had a fucking harp at our induction ceremony. I felt like eating caviar and snorting blow so that I could match the atmosphere.

Katie's camera wasn't so great at taking shots that night. I wish I would've given Debbie my camera to use, but oh well. Here are some of the better shots:





A complete album of photos is available here.

Though things were done in a bit of an ad-hoc fashion, I believe our induction came off well. I liked it, and I'm usually shy about public speaking and whatnot. I think I'm really fitting into the officership mold.