billy costigan is HOT. omg love.

i mean, seriously. tortured vulnerability is a soft spot of mine. even though he's not be irish. mmm. costiganlove.

TO NY TO DA Y!

so it turns out that tag-board.com has changed its url to tag-board.BIZ and didn't inform me somehow, giving me much grief and headaches as i am NOT A STAFF MEMBER FROM INDONESIA SO THERE DAMMIT.

anyways. hello. apart from the fact i'm now a member of a gabillion new tagboardythingies, i'm good. cool. calm. and of course the massive thanksgiving dinner i just had is contributing to my inertia. well, it wasn't massive, but it -was- good. and now i'm kinda full. have muffins for brekky. i really really [heart] anna and her family :D they are soooo nice and funny.

so yeah. now. back to roadtrip, part TWO.

well we get there, walk around, then after seeing this bright orange guy run across with an awesome floppy velvet top hat, we decide it's time to paint ourselves. brown and blue, w00t. even though it's kinda cold out (maybe 40ºF? cold, at least) everyone's running around without a shirt and in shorts. because it's muddy. so there was a lot of running around. we probably did the equivalent of a day and a half of a hard workout because running through mud and trying not to slip is terrible. you could wrench your groin muscles. in any case, before the races we'd yell our cheer. which consisted of something like:

"WHERE DID WE COME FROM?"
"MASSACHUSSETS!"
"HOW FAR DID WE DRIVE?"
"900 MILES!" [o'course multiply that by 2 for the round trip, but not at that point]
"HOW LONG DID IT TAKE?"
"15 HOURS!"
"HOW MUCH SLEEP DID WE HAVE?"
"NONE!!!!!!"

awesome. then of course, since a. fell in love with the tralala song by gunther we started singing that. and dancing to it. it was AWESOME. then the scurrying, then the yelling throat out, wash, rinse, repeat for girls' race.

all in all, it was good. girls got 5th from an at large bid. nescac runners [from our region] dominated. 4 of the top 5 teams were from nescac :D

after which we trekked to a fountain that w, saw in the distance to attempt to wash off.

turns out it was in the middle of a lake. which was gunky. well, gunky wasn't so bad, we'd have handled gunky. it was worse when we saw those rainbow slicks there. definately not good stuff.

which was why t. jumped in and swam out to the fountain halfway.

the rest of us decided to wash off in the fountain near the shops. of course, shan has to go and dive right in despite it being FORTY DEGREES FARENHEIT OUT. he was shivering and blue and regretting it later, no surprise.

and then of course after finding random food and discovering that alcohol is absorbed really fast into the bloodstream when you're tired and hungry (thank you r.) everyone collapsed into the vans and died on the way home. barring some minor tragedies ("we can't find the sexy back cd!") and major incidents ("HOW DID YOU GET TWO CD'S IN THE PLAYER?") we survived.

and of course, we were woken up when we got back to massachussets by them blaring sexy back on the cd. and of course, like how we entered the race course after ihop, we drove into tufts blaring final countdown all the way.

AWESOME.

though now i'm missing one sock, and my shoes are STILL muddy because i don't know HOW i'm gonna get them clean at ALL, i'm pretty good.

heading down to NY this weekend with mr f. matasuri, sarabeths, and libation. love the guy.

music of the moment - michelle branch - all you wanted
mood of the moment - oof.

JHOKAY so i owes people an explanations about roadtripping etc so here goes.

we went up to....ohio! goddamn that place is far. as in, really far. think 15 hours of sitting in a van. so yes, people start doing stupid things and getting high. stupid things include: truth or dare. for at least 2 hours. with dares getting progressively awkward and more uncomfortable…yeahhh. put it this way: it was a very naked trip. in more ways than one. see, we started out with "no pants hour". then it progressed to "no pants new york", as in the state, not the city. and the thing with the trip is that you have a bit of massachussets, a LOT of new york, a littlebitofpenn (say an hour), and A TONNNNN OF OHIO. dammit that place is HUGE.

so apart from truth or dare (in which we managed to weird out s., who is possibly the least likely weird-able person evar) and pantslessness, we had mooning and flashing and streaking. we streaked an empty campus (and by we, i mean most of the other van). it went like this: so other van stops at gas station before us and a few people there go: "hey, why don't we go streak this random college nearby?". rest of van agrees is good idea, and our van gets notified. driver of our van (the esteemable n.) gets slightly annoyed ("we have fucking places to go!") but follows them there anyways. we get there, drive around the campus looking for dorms, and find -no one-. absolutely not a soul. n. gets progressively pissed-er, and pulls up next to the other oncoming van (the roads were confusing, and we lost them for a bit) and proceeds to chew and hack off the other van's collective heads to the accompaniment of our cheering him on ("look it's a fucking -religious- school, they probably have a fucking -curfew-, there's no fucking person -here-…"). other van preceeds us and cheerfully blocks up the only exit. the entire van pours out of it starkers and runs around. n. gives up ("if anyone else wants to streak, you're doing it now.") and two of our van members scramble out ("there's not enough time!"), one of which runs to the main road and attempts to hitch a ride. in his words: "the first lady didn't even notice me. the second gave me the weirdest look -ever-. the sort of look you'd give someone who was trying to hitchhike at the side of the road in the middle of the night wearing absolutely nothing.")

so yes. and of course, there was streaking of petrol stations.

i realise the empowerment of a big country. you're pretty certain that this sorta thing doesn't come back to haunt you.

in any case we get to ohio at 5.30am in the morning and attempt to sleep because we got NONE on the way up. in the end, everyone's IN the van because it's too cold outside to sleep. and no one sleeps either because there's too much talking and sarcasm going on. in the end people give up, and we drive to ihop for breakfast. n. is dying, everyone gets the coffee combo ("water because you're dehydrated, and coffee to actually wake up") and after which we walk around the area checking out the route.

ohio is flat. like, FLAT. the only high point was a hill, and i use the term generously. you have perhaps 10m of elevation over 800m of horizontal going. you can almost see forever. and because it was raining the past week, the course was MUDDY. a renewed case of swamp aids was almost guaranteed (when we ran the nescac 2 weeks ago people who ran in the water all got a horrible rash. either poison ivy or swimmers itch - a tiny avian parasite that gets into humans and DIES and gives a bad rash).

ok gotta go for thanksgiving. continue later :D

been awake for 27 hours now. feel godawful. gotta get through class again. no philosophy paper to hand up at all.

fuckfuckfuck the sun's rising already it's 6.55am and bloody hell the paper isn't finished.

HOW MUCH SLEEP DID WE GET? NONE!!!!!

ok i lied. half an hour.

fuckfuckfuck i have 3 hours to go.

awesome article. now back to work.

update on ohio comes later after day of horror ends. pulling allnighter tonight.

TOO MUCH CAFFIENE SKIPPING OVER WOR[L]DS CANNOT CONCENTRATE IN COMMPUTER LAB IN EATON BASHING AT KEYBOARD MONKEYS AHOY SHAKESPEARE'SWORK COMING UP SOON STUPID SEMIFORMAL DATES GONNA DIE WORK OMG BYE.

BACK FROM OHIO TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT COLD SO COLD WAS INTEGRAL ELEMENT OF TRIP AM VERYVERY TIRED.

drove: 900 miles each way.
slept: none on the way up (well not really. but almost). all the way down.
ate: badly. as in, nutritionally wise. my body hates me now.
had: a TON OF FUN.

g'night.

on a side note: do not eat chocolate covered coffee beans compulsively, and definately not before bed. bad for sleep, bad for you.


but they're SOOO GOOOOD.

uncontactable for 2 days, going to ohio. ROADTRIPPP!!! yeah cross country nationals!

oh. so i discovered that tag-board has now been taken over by an indonesian company, which is why it's screwing nine types of hell out of my page. will fix over thanksgiving, probably.

weird al palindromes

i am so tired. and my ra is one who, i quote, "spreads her legs for her residents".

in her defence, that is because she was demonstrating for me the pilates moves that she was unable to do, and everyone happened to walk by. or at least, one of her guy friends.

of course she had to demonstrate more.

graa. roadtrip/ir paper? questions, questions...

so yeah, it's monday, and i REALLY SHOULD START ON MY IR PAPER but of course, me being me, i haven't. not yet. not even completed the readings. i am SO SCREWED YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE IT but of course, me being the sleep-like-log hog hamster why are you even surprised...

but anyways. part of the reason why i'm so dang tired is because we had a debate tourney on friday and sat. and of course, i had gone out on thursday for i remember not what but it'll come back to me :) but yeah, i'm kinda pooped. running around and trying to judge debaters who are clearly more brilliant than me is unnerving. plus i'm a freshman i.e. first year i.e. scumoftheearth so i don't really have much credibility when it comes to judging worlds champions.

but yeah. in any case. we were the fastest tournament -evarr-. penn had a tournament but they ran 6 hours late last i checked so apparently they're getting desanctioned. and we were even offered the chance to host an unopposed tournament. which means we'd be the only tournament on that day, no tournament also going on in the south like penn this time. but we naturally can't, since we absolutely have no space/manpower to handle that. but it's a night thought, all the same.

after tournament, was chillout at josh's place. and then was brom again. miami pd is highly amusing - we [heart] billy (i.e. judge reinhold) and his gun fixation. it's great. i want a poster of him in his duster with his shotgun over his shoulder looking screen right in the sun. i'm sure there's one out there.

but yeah. now we're in the one of the six seasons known as "shit". i think i've been through this already, but yeah. it's wet and miserable, and looks to be for a few days. am seriously considering buying wellies.

maybe duckyfeet ones.

so it's been a while since the last post. let's start with halloween. we headed out to beacon hill to trick or treat. why? to see if john kerry would hand out candy bars personally.

well we didn't see john kerry (we suspect he had an aide do it since the lady giving treats out certainly wasn't teresa heinz-kerry) but we got a TON of chocolates. which btw i have made a sizeable dent in in the intervening 10 days >.< and the crowd on beacon hill was AMAZING. beacon hill's where it's at, i swear. all these teeny tots dressed up as lions and stuff are really cute, but somehow they put me in mind of people dressing up their dogs. notable costumes: the two kids dressed up as jailbirds in a pram with a flashing blue rotating light a la a police car, the sleeping sheep in its pram, and the totally freaked out simba who saw the ghoul give out candy. if there ever was a kid in need of therapy it was that one.

oh, and i went to brown last week. debate competition. debate wise, it was an UNMITIGATED DISASTER. hands down. lost all 4 rounds, bye-d the last one. BAD. but getting to meet the singapore people was good - i even met up with adam, who i haven't seen since jc! didn't know he goes to brown. mmmmbagel.

but yeah. coming back from brown, got a nice dose of white supremacy. suffice it to say my jewish friend was all for hauling off and hitting these young punks in the face. nice.

mmmm should sleep. judging tmr. stayed up guarding cannon. arg. not even mine.