Via Gtalk. Feedback on the last post:
sam: so uh
are you ok?
:p
*hide
me: ARRRGGGHHH
sam: HAHAHAHA
me: MY WRISTS!!!
THEY BLEEEDDD!313!
wtf is that gay music in the background
HOLYSHIT!
MCR
KEEEEL MEEEEEEEEEEEE
sam: mcr?
me: My Chemical Romance
sam: hahahaha
you love it
me: TEH WORLD IS FULL OF PAIN!
FakeMajor: Wanna Mac Book?
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MatrixWarrior: Hahaha!
Rishi: That’s a HOT photo of you for your editor’s column.
An0 (blushes): Thank you Rishi.
Rishi: Yeah man, kudos to the airbrusher and photoshop.
Now Listening To: The Strokes – Modern Age
There was a good conversation. The type where you can actually hear the person next to you rather than shout your lungs out over the cacophony that is the DJ playing some song that has weird lyrics such as, “This is what it feels to fuck on cocaine”, in a place where poseurs, head bang to crap like Bon Jovi.
It’s amazing how such surroundings can feel like bliss at first, maybe it has something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol consumed that warms people up to the prospect of the night of debauchery that ensues.
One could argue that it’s the best way to make friends and keep them, by seeing them devolve (or in some cases, evolve) with the help of a beer or ten, but are they really being themselves or grossly exaggerated caricatures of what they actually are? Is this what you want to take home with you after a night of “socializing”? A hangover of castrating proportions and a cloud of “what the fuck happened?” looming over your head?
Well it’s a case of two worlds. One where you can actually get to know a person, gauge how they are with all your faculties alive and present rather than being dulled. And another where all you might remember is the color of the vomit you excreted while doing a coyote ugly on the table. Both leading to equally memorable moments (depending on your level of sobriety).
The question is, what would you choose?
Now Listening To: Panic At The Disco – Nine In The Afternoon
Fake Major: … okay.
Now Listening To: Franz Ferdinand – Take Me Out
True conversation snippet. Names changed to protect the identities and any nano-gram of shame they might have left.
Infy Code Whore: Dude, you gotta check out this song by Chamillionaire called Hip-Hop Police. It’s pretty good for a hip-hop track.
Fake Major Media Graduate: Chamillionaire? Is that some kind of Pokemon? Do you go around shouting, “Chamillionaire I choose you!” to get the song playing? Sweet.
Now Listening To: Timbaland Vs. Nephew – The Way I Are
Yes, my music taste is degrading.
The problem is, what with them being members of the opposite sex, they lack all sense to realize that there is one who isn’t a part of their tribe around and who’d rather not be a part of their lovely conversation. However such common sense is unable to breakthrough the barriers of intense female cackling and their discussion went somewhere along the lines of this:
Fembot 1: Why is your bra showing?
Fembot 2: Because it’s a nice bra.
Fembot 1: Aren’t you concerned that you’d be stared at?
Fembot 2: No.
Fembot 1: Maybe h3lios was looking. Did you take a peek? Is it a nice bra?
At that point of time armed solely with a look of “WTF!?” i nearly choked on my pizza slice and uttered a solitary “Whaaa…?”.
Ladies and gentlemen, correction, just gentlemen, this is why you should never take a course where the number of males makes the number of live dodos on earth seem rather large.
Now Listening To: Rage Against The Machine – War Within A Breath
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