So last night I went to the bar with Kelly so we could play some pool. He gave me some good pointers and I drank a lot. Someone bought us some tequila, that was interesting. Then I felt sick. We got to the party a little late, but it was still 2003 so I shot some everclear and proceeded to make an ass of myself. Awesome. I hadn't really eaten that day. I had a really deep talk with my bro's lady about my personal statement (she's in grad school) and ended up on the couch with my legs behind this guy and my head on her lap. I think. At 3 in the morning I called dunx to tell him I love him and want to have his babies. For some reason. I used two different cell phones. I passed out shortly after and I remember my brother telling me to move to the other couch and me not being able to move so he carried me. He's such a sweetheart. Of course, he got me to watch The Ring today. I hate that movie. We even watched the part of the dvd that said, "don't watch this". Turns out it was just deleted scenes, but still, that pissed me off. Whatever.
I think I might be fully recovered by tomorrow.
I think I might be fully recovered by tomorrow.
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There's something very unsettling about perceiving the same image, at the same time, as stunningly beautiful and repellingly gruesome. Disturbing. Presumably that was the idea. If so, it worked. I think #8 ("come let me eat your brain") is the most effective... on me, anyway.
You can eat my brain any time.