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1:10 AM: I think I’m getting paranoid; I keep thinking that people are looking over my shoulder. Oh, wait… maybe that’s true. Maybe it’s Grace. It could be the llamas, too. Those crazy llamas followed me down the hall again. I think the secret to capturing them is through the laundry room equipment. If I rewire the dryer, or maybe just leave the door open, the heat generated could burn their nose hairs. I hear them again… Insert “A Funny Picture” here. All right, I’ve snapped out of it. I’m not as cool as Mike. That’s what Grace said, anyway. But she also took it back, so it’s all right. The other guys weren’t kidding; it really is hot in here. I just zoned out for a while, so I think I should get some caffeine. Grace is cool. Guess who wrote that? Maybe, if I alternate between drinking 20 oz. waters and cans of Mt. Dew, I can get caffeine but not be dehydrated. I think the extra trips to the bathroom will be worth it. A shower will soon be much appreciated sometime this evening. It will help with the sanity. I kinda wish I had more film, and more clean socks. 1:26
AM: I’m making my first go at Bret’s nifty GHA Up All Night journal
(Love the “Up All Night”—YAY WVU—reference) Robbie keeps singing
“My Favorite Things” because Xavier put it into his head. It’s
gonna be one of those songs that gets stuck in my head and goes round
and round. They’re randomly naming kids as they walk by. I’d
lose if I did that because (1) I have a terrible memory and (2) I’ve
made no effort to learn last names. Corey Slider (YAY Adrian
Slider, another WVUer and Bret’s fellow GHA band member), Nicole
Stocking, Stephanie Galuk, etc… Someone just used Bret’s nickname, which
for some reason I find highly annoying. I can hear Mike Burr and
Sekhar. Mike can’t spell my name. Dude, it’s K-A-T-H-R-Y-N.
Why is that so hard? As the president of his fan club, I, too,
wish Robin Follet was still here. He’s the man. Poor Papa
John’s delivery guy is trying to sort out his pizzas, and Wes is beside
me with cut off pop tops he’s planning on using as cups. Xavier
concedes that everything is all about me as long as I continue to make
pies. Sounds like a plan to me. So, it’s now 1:35 AM and my
poor wrist is starting to hurt. I’ll come back to this later… 1:36
AM: Eyes are starting to become very heavy, but that’s only because I
don’t have anyone to talk to. I hope they come back.
Everyone has pizza except me—I’m really hungry. Thomas just walked
by with a stereo. Good. Music means consciousness and that
is good. Grace just sent a slave to fetch her the Greek alphabet.
Still hungry. I must stay awake. The faculty is eating
pizza, too! Banquets suck! I’m always hungry afterward.
Nathaniel is talking about a redneck kicking and screaming… Thomas is
arranging furniture. Why? He’s a hard man to understand.
Sekhar has pizza. Grace has the crust. I’m now lying on the
floor; Thomas is now very, very tall. Jeff’s legs are really long,
and so are Bret’s toes. Robbie looks confused or extremely lost.
Things are so different when you’re tired and short. 1:54 AM: Hmmm…the pressure is on. I’ve got to be writing or else I’ll be shunned. Ashley is doing cartwheels. Actually, she finished about 30 seconds ago, but I wanted to say something about it… What is going through my brain, I have to be thinking something I could write down, don’t I? Bret is making faces? Now he’s laughing; well, not laughing, just the weird breathing-sigh-sorta-laugh thing. Does anyone really want to dance… Bret tripped. Walk much? Just kidding; I never make fun…Hmmm, Nicole just sat down on the arm chair. Her butt keeps hitti… she left… she’s back… she left…she’s back. Okay. Okay,
a thought… VT is really weird…confusing mascot legends, “Chicago
maroon.” Lights are dimming. Do I feel the dancing spirit?
Am I the dancing queen? Find out next time in the GHA Up-All-Night
journal. 2:21
AM: Oh my God… I am hyper and excited and sleepy and sore and why in
God’s name is Sekhar playing “End of the Road” by Boyz II Men!
YUCK! PUKE! GAG ME! HMMMM, I guess he really wants me
to reflect or ponder or something. GHA was something, but honestly
I wish the balls and hummer would just GO TO BED!! Well, that’s
all for now. I need to find Robbie. Something about guys on
my floor. 2:37
AM: The heat index is definitely more than 100°F. The dance is now
in progress. Although I don’t hear any music. Maybe the
music is all in my head, or in the dancers’ heads. Surreal is the
situation. I just started laundry! Laundry on the last night
of GHA?! Must prepare for another week and a half of on the road.
Home is such a relative term. Today Buskirk, tomorrow Ramada,
Tues. Lodge, and so on and so on. Grace, Maddy, Donovan, Green 1 &
2, Sickler, Stocking, Jason, Amanda, and others. What will I do
tomorrow without my family to guide and lead through the wilds of
Huntington? It will be a huge gaping hole in my heart and soul for
a long time to come. Mike Burr, where are you? Back to
laundry; back to Thomas. 2:46
AM: So far, the only thing that seems to be suffering is our ability to
DJ a dance. The heat is not too bad, but then again, I am next to
the AC unit. Motor skills are degrading rapidly, and mental
coherence is suffering slightly as I approach peak time of night.
Slightly crabby, but it doesn’t seem to be affecting other people.
Given another hour, I may not be able to write. We shall see.
Not looking forward to driving tomorrow. |
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