Today was the first day of Culture Shock. This is my last one. Culture Shock is a 2 day concert that they have at my college, for any new minds reading the ejournal. They have it every Spring semester. Sometimes it is good, sometimes it is lame. This time, it was raining, and I wasn't drunk. And I also only had on a hoody jacket from old navy made out of cotton and I think I gave myself pneumonia.
But at any rate. The plan was to get drunk. But I got on rides that made me nauseaus. So then I just had two shots, and didn't get drunk. The concert was inside this time, so it was hot and crowded. And I wanted to kill people by bludgeoning them to death with my umbrella. And then this Punk band came on called World Inferno Friendship Society. They sounded good but I got caught in a Mosh Pit. It allowed me to take out some of my anger but then it got tiresome. I kept seeing all these huggy kissy couples. I missed kissing. I miss kissing. But anyways. Some of the bands were good. The first ones. And World Inferno sounded good but I was with unreceptive company. My friend thinks I just have a white boy fetish, but I do not, and she doesn't like Punk music, and i was with her, so i left with her. And she and some of her friends played pranks on people. I really wanted to be home curled up in my bed dreaming.
I dreamt about Yale last night. And it was very pleasant. I must still have a place for it in my heart. I guess there is room for a lot of things in my heart.
This girl, as a side note, a cute girl, with short hair, I think she's part hispanic and part something else, came up and was dancing on me while I sat in my chair trying to relax. She grinded up on my thighs and was dancing sexy in front of me and then kissed me. Not on the lips. But it was an aside worth mentioning. But I didn't get any type of aroused feeling out of it. It was just odd. I didn't know what to do really. She said "this is just for you." And I'm like "..." What to say really? I figured she was drunk.
I saw this boy that I thought looked just like my ex from the back. It was freaking me out. It was a little cute chubby white boy with a baseball cap and a gray shirt with the letter thirteen on the back. I thought it was my Evs., or my ex-Evs, but it was not. Oh well.
Any hoo, life is life. I hope I don't have pneumonia. And I hope I get drunk tomorrow.