Well I was going to elaborate but there is really no other way to put Friday night's adventure.

Paul has been talking about his comic story thing non-stop. He has like a gajillion characters in it, most of them based off of friends. Yesterday he was making up characters for Vickie and I. I am like some master of disguise detective thingy with the name "Perception". Vickie is like a flower child lover thing of pink and all that which is WAY more fitting than what she was originally going to be (a very elaborate heaven and hell creature that is nothing like her).
She and I have had to kind of feign listening to him the past few days.
Anyhoo I think I've been versed in Paul's whole world now.

On Friday after he talked about ninjas and comics for two hours Vickie saved me calling him and then we went and talked for a while. Then we're like "Hey, we're hyper. Lets go find that waterfall in the middle of the night where the massacre occurred." So I run up to my dorm to chance my shirt and throw on some jeans over my leggings and grab sneakers. We head back to Paul's dorm and grab some flash lights and head up to the golf course. This is when I realize how massive my walking stride is and that I'm in rather good shape. I conquer the hill like it's nothing and wait for Vickie and Paul by the top before we head out over the golf course. There's heat lightning in the air and the wind is blowing and the sky looks moody as dark clouds blow across the moonlight and there are scattered sprinklings of rain. Vickie is rather creeped out and Paul is egging her on and I'm just there with my pragmatism and "Wow it's amazing out"-ness.

We trek over the squishing ground and near the waterfall and then with my hiker-terrain assessment skills I see that it would not be good to go any closer in the night when the ground is slick. We simply hear the waterfall.
Paul attempts to be navigator but I'm like "Hell no, my directional instincts are killer" when he is telling us to go the wrong way. We sort of compromise and walk down this road with some houses and Paul is talking about ghosts and then some dude is like there out of nowhere between his hedges like "Can I help you?" We all jump like five feet and are majorly fuckin' creeped ass out. We're like "Erm do you know how to get to this place?" "Yeah turn right" Me to Paul: "I told you."

So we continue walking and we start singing as we head down this road and break out in to Hotel California.
We take pictures by a road sign and head back toward campus truly. It's humid as hell. Vickie and Paul are sweating from being tired "I feel like I've just been having sex for four hours!'" says Vickie. I'm just thinking "My shirt is making me freakin' die."

We get back to campus and take some sill pictures at a lamp post. I do "Singing in the Rain" pose. Vickie does "cling/stripper" pose. Paul does...well he looked like he was "taking a shit/humping the lamp post" and Vickie and I just start dying.

Afterward we were like "Hey we're not tired" so Paul's like "Lets watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Pirates of the Caribean." So we find Pirates from someone and sign up for vans.
We head back to Paul's room and watch TMNT first. By the end of it Vickie is ready to pass out so she heads back to her dorm.
Paul and I are left watching Pirates and cracking stuff about it and closely watching the sword fights for moves that we used ourselves.
It's like 3am by the time it's done and I head back to my dorm half asleep only to find that all the doors are locked, I have no key, no cell phone, security is god knows where and it's raining. I'm like "fuck".
Thankfully someone wandered along and let me in after fifteen minutes.

The next day, yesterday I wake up at 9am. I'm thinking "fuck you sunlight". I kind of wander around in a weird haze until I meet back up with Paul, Vickie, and our friends Tina and Manda. We go and wander the city stopping in a comic store, a book store and then eating Chinese food. In the an ride back most of us are dead. Tina and I find out that one third of my hair is equal to all of hers. Yeah, my hair is thick. Paul keeps us awake by poking us and doing that thing where it feels like someone is cracking an egg on your knee or something with their fingers. After a while I become immune and no longer care.
We get back and part ways. I head to the student dance concert(pretty good show).

Afterward I'm in my room around 10:30 and Paul IMs me like "Hey where are you?" Me: "What?" Paul: "Pirates 2. I tried calling." "My phone is dead." "Yeah I found that out." "I'l be over, give me a min."
I run over to his dorm and get attacked my Tina and Manda. Paul and I reenact the stupidest thing we could do ever with stuffed animals that we made up the night before when we were both overly tired. I have a polar bear and he has some pink lion thingy.
His lion says "Roar."
Mine says "Grr."
His: "What's up?"
Mine: "The ceiling."
His: "Whoa....that just blew my mind."
Mine: "POOF."
At the point we both break out in to hysterical laughter.
Tina and Manda go to watch their movie and we watch ours.

We're halfway through when Manda comes in and like jumps on my head. We have general goofiness and then Manda takes her camcorder and makes a rather incriminating video of Wells students that haven't had enough sleep and having a blanket war looking like psychotic monkeys fighting over something.
I get up to stretch and cause chaos in the hall with Tina and Manda.
I decide it's late and that I'm heading back to my dorm. I have to open the library in the morning.
I manage to remember my key this time so there is no incident of being locked out this time.
I pass out immediately in my room.

I wake up this morning at 9 and curse the sun and patchy sleeping again.
Tonight I MUST sleep. I'm taking a damn pill to be sure.
Only after stage fighting practice and dinner though. Then I am going in to a coma.

Yeah. Sleep is of no importance.
Peace.
~Lo