the cake wars of 2005

So much time... so little sleep.

On thursday I stayed up until 7a. This is a new record for me. I have not yet hit the staying up 24 hours mark but methinks 20 is pretty damn close. It is nice to get so lost in somebody that you dont realize what time it is until about 6:30a. I could get used to this.

Yesterday Freddy, Arlo, Ben, two girls, and I went to DQ and had an ice cream cake via the gift certificate Freddy won the previous evening. It was quite scrumptious and we all dug in with our spoons skipping the formalities of pieces and plates. We even sculpted quite the interesting silhouette of a man's face with a tremendous jaw. But we could not finish the cake. So then we began our long journey home. Before we got there though, we stopped at Natalie's apartment hoping upon hope that she would have a freezer capable of housing this fine dessert we bore (by this time quite melted and gloppy). However, after the delectable cake sat on the table for some time, while a high powered nerf gun war raged, it was nothing but melting ice cream. In desperation Arlo and Freddy did what they had to do... they ran out of the building with the travesty once called "cake". They had a "plan". In my infinite curiousity I decided upon a few moments to follow them. I found them walking around seemingly aimlessly with Freddy quickly trying to devour the increasingly liquid ice cream with a red spoon. I made some inquiries in order to ascertain exactly what they planned on doing with the cake, and soon I was swept up into the battle as Freddy's human shield. The cake wars raged for a full five minutes, I am sure, and resulted in stickiness and jocularity. Arlo then removed his gooky shirt, borrowed my only somewhat sticky hoodie, and proceeded to make the long pilgrimage home to the showers. Similarly Freddy and I triumphantly trekked homewards and borrowed some shampoo from Adam. When Adam inquired as to the reason for this unusual request the explanation Freddy could give involved many hand gestures and quick words in the following sequence "Dairy Queen free ice cream cake melting couldn't finish cake wars." We washed his hair in the laundry room, made a quick stop at his room for a fresh shirt (I grabbed his hoodie in place of my own now being utilized by Arlo), and then off to Pfeiffer to become trolls.

Yes my friends I am now a troll and shall prolly remain as such for a few days. We dyed our hands and faces blue with hair dye. We proceeded to the festivities but were not originally able to find them. Upon arrival many strange proceedings occurred and I began to feel that staying up until 7a that morning had not done wonders for my disposition. At one point we attempted to remove Arlo's pants over the course of maybe an hour or so. I could have done it, but then it would have felt too much like rape.

I appreciated all the comments as to the styling of my hair. I have decided not to go goth but i do want to do something to my fine locks. Any further help in this decision would be most welcome, though you may be to late if I decide to do it today.

Much luck in all wars and adventures you may encounter. I love you all.