When you start contemplating you don’t stop. So much so that you wonder, double, triple and quadruple check everything you do. Even every small action, every detail comes under scrutiny as if there’s a flaw in the woodwork, just waiting to be found. You know its reached pathetic proportions when you wonder if you should continue blogging or just leave it hanging at the penultimate juncture of your nondescript college life and as you….
*pulls the plug on the philosophical bull shit, enough rabble, drivel and nonsense, let this post finally BEGIN!*
Ahem, so where was i…
Ah, yes let’s begin with a song shall we?
Sung to the tune of Kashmir by Led Zeplin (should be better than Diddy’s bastardization of the song) or Dontcha by the Pussycat Dolls (if you have positively no idea of Led Zep or Kashmir, you fail at life, hence tune it to a shitty mainstream track.
The Convo Night by h3lios:
Shivy taking potshots at magazines, he had slides!
We ended up sending each other many an sms
Most of which were about how it “rocked our undersides”
Chorus: Ooooh, this is the last day of it all
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Stop thinking of the after party and who’s doing who^^ in the stalls
Listen on how to mudsling media without blood and gore
Somehow it ended, and we escaped from a fate worse than 4 DM lecs in a row
Alive, just barely, a beer mug or ten for our troubles
To make everything better, because now it all blows
Like soldiers we strafed through the rabble
Onwards to the Paradise of Sports Bar!
Chorus x 2
We drank till our sides were sore
Laughed with, at and right through friends old and new
Discussing who’s where and much more
Dedicating songs to dear friends we knew*
Chorus x 2
And before we knew it, it was all over, filled with misery
Just like that, no not the mag
College gone, another page in our Dear Diaries**
Now begins days that just drag***
Chorus x 2
But we were left with one amazing souvenir
Our “friends” forgot to pay their bills^
Jacked were we, right in the rear
A few phone calls later, a last drunken walk home and everything was still.
Like it was before.
* Raddy, if you’re reading this, Champagne Supernova is amazing. Thanks.
** Or in this case, blogs.
*** Work for the lose.
^ Moral of the story: never be the last to leave. At least we managed to muster enough cash. It’s easy when you have a spare kidney. Who needs 2 anyway?
^^ Pure speculation derived from imagination.
