February 24th: thursday night tent follies
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 161
Woke feeling a little rough. When I gathered my things, I was confused by the bread in my bag, then it all came flooding back: the fireworks, the restaurant, the pepper, the buying of the bread to staunch the flames. I rode back to the experimental school, wrote, showered, had some coffee. I actually felt fine, just a slight dull tiredness that helped me get through my misbehaving classes. Had I been more alert, I might have gotten angry.
The middle class of the three kept talking despite my constant implorings. The last five minutes of class I sat up front and ate my snack. That shut them up surprisingly. Silence begets more silence, perhaps?
After dinner I went to tune my ruan to an alternate tuning, but it would have made the strings too loose or much too tight. I tuned it to CGCG instead. I got kicked out of the piano room by the locking-up lady even before the sun was fully down. Why the fuck has the arts buidling become maximum security?
I spent most of the day uploading pictures and emailing them, completely catching up to present. Huzzah for productivity!
The Dongzhou crew invited me up to the tents. Apparently the pumpkin cake lady was back. I rode out planning on having one, coming back. I sat with them and punished some hashbrown stuff and contributed to the destruction of a crate of BBoss. Those enabling sonsofbitches. If they weren't my friends, I'd swear they're trying to assassinate my liver. It's gotten too powerful, see? Before it has a chance to run for Senate they're going to make sure it's buried, and a mere scandal won't do it. Then again, the alcohol content of Chinese beer is less than Utah beer.
A little four year old girl running around was very adorable until she started bang-banging her gun finger at us. Then it was slightly alarming. When she started throwing her lychee pits at us, she was not cute anymore. Her mother collected her, spat "Sorry sorry" at us, then disciplined the child out of view of the diners.
We returned to the dorm, decided it was too late to start a film, so we all retired.
Woke feeling a little rough. When I gathered my things, I was confused by the bread in my bag, then it all came flooding back: the fireworks, the restaurant, the pepper, the buying of the bread to staunch the flames. I rode back to the experimental school, wrote, showered, had some coffee. I actually felt fine, just a slight dull tiredness that helped me get through my misbehaving classes. Had I been more alert, I might have gotten angry.
The middle class of the three kept talking despite my constant implorings. The last five minutes of class I sat up front and ate my snack. That shut them up surprisingly. Silence begets more silence, perhaps?
After dinner I went to tune my ruan to an alternate tuning, but it would have made the strings too loose or much too tight. I tuned it to CGCG instead. I got kicked out of the piano room by the locking-up lady even before the sun was fully down. Why the fuck has the arts buidling become maximum security?
I spent most of the day uploading pictures and emailing them, completely catching up to present. Huzzah for productivity!
The Dongzhou crew invited me up to the tents. Apparently the pumpkin cake lady was back. I rode out planning on having one, coming back. I sat with them and punished some hashbrown stuff and contributed to the destruction of a crate of BBoss. Those enabling sonsofbitches. If they weren't my friends, I'd swear they're trying to assassinate my liver. It's gotten too powerful, see? Before it has a chance to run for Senate they're going to make sure it's buried, and a mere scandal won't do it. Then again, the alcohol content of Chinese beer is less than Utah beer.
A little four year old girl running around was very adorable until she started bang-banging her gun finger at us. Then it was slightly alarming. When she started throwing her lychee pits at us, she was not cute anymore. Her mother collected her, spat "Sorry sorry" at us, then disciplined the child out of view of the diners.
We returned to the dorm, decided it was too late to start a film, so we all retired.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 2/24/2005 07:59:00 PM ]
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