Sunday, February 15, 2004
I thought you knew how to be scared
I'm just gonna start naming all of my journal entries after a line playing in the song that I'm listening to. If you want to play a game, you should leave me comments guessing what song it is.... GO! Hahaha I'd be so happy if someone actually tried. Wooo.
So yeah, Valentines Day. Wooo. Somehow, this year more than others, it really did just feel like a normal day. Which I like. I woke up earlier than usual, went to Wal-Mart, made bouquets of hershey-kiss flowers for the people on this campus that I *actually* care about (although I ran out of time, so not everyone got theirs. The rest of my suitemates' will arrive tomorrow when I get my lazy ass out of bed), hung out with everyone.
The co-ed acapella group on campus, After Hours, offered a service where they went around and delivered a carnation and a song to the person of your choosing. I got Mona (played by Pilar) and Josh one. They came to our suite while I was playing Mario Kart with Summer and Josh, and Pilar came while she pretended to be Mona (since I didn't find out until after I bought it that Mona told Summer that she'd be incredibly pissed if someone got her one of those). They sung "Build Me Up Buttercup" to Pilar, and then as they were leaving I went up to the one with their schedule and said "are you headed up to 560 for Josh? 'Cause this is him right here." I told Josh that I got this for him, but apparently he didn't believe me. They sang Vertical Horizon's "Best I Ever Had", which i picked 'cause I thought he had sent me the song. Which I was wrong, but he liked it. I'd been worried for the past couple days 'cause I couldn't tell if he'd get mad at me or not for doing this to/for him, but he seemed to like it. At one point during the song he turned to me, mouthed "you're dead," and dragged two fingers accross his neck to prove his point. A couple of the girls in the group noticed this and laughed. I just liked seeing him smile.
Then tonight we went to a goth club. I'm not gonna lie, I left an away message about it just to get a rise out of Mike, but he didn't do anything. Fucker. So anyway, it was awesome. I'll have pictures eventually of us getting ready (that roll is going to be a fun contrast...half of it is the masquerade ball, then a picture of Josh tied to my bed with mardi gras beads [I wonder what kind of response that'll get...], and us dressed goth), which was kind of an adventure in itself. But the club was soo cool. It was probably the first time I've been to a club sober and didn't have [too many] inhibitions about dancing. And mind you, goth girls are really hot. One of 'em came up and started hitting on Mary, which I think is totally unfair 'cause I'm cool AND not straight. But eh, what're you gonna do... They played a whole lotta techno remixes of good 80s songs, and watching everyone dance was nearly intoxicating. I get the good kind of breathless (i.e. not suffocating) watching everyone be so engrossed by the music and not caring about anything else. Not caring how they look; about other people who may or may not be watching them and juding their dancing skill. I, even, danced while there were so few people on the floor that I knew everyone was looking. That never happens. I'm slowly stepping out of my comfort shell, and I'm proud.
So now were at a club, you watch the woman dancing, she is drunk,
She is smiling and shes falling in a slow, descending funk,
And the whole bar is loud and proud and everybodys trying, yeah.
You play the artist, saying, "Is it how she moves, or how she looks?"
I say, its loneliness suspended to our own like grappling hooks,
And as long as shes got noise, shes fine.
But I could teach her how I learned to dance when the musics ended
2:16 AM
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