Sunday, October 22, 2006
49er's weekend
This weekend was 49er's weekend, which is our equivalent to homecoming but we've no sports teams to come home so this is our excuse to drink. We get Friday off from school and, because the way my friends' and my schedules work out, Thursday was pretty much off too. So our 49er's weekend almost turned into 49er's week with 5 nights to dick around.
Wednesday Night
I went over to my friend's (James) room as Wed. is traditionally the big drinking night of the week anyway. From the hall, I could him and his roommate(Hunter) playing music really loud. I go in and they are laughing while lying down. They tell me to try the canned air James was using to clean his computer. I started to read the can to see what was dangerous about it and he says "Don't read it. That takes the fun out of it." I huff a hit and don't feel anything while holding in the hit. Hunter said "It will knock you on your ass." Remarking to this, I started to say I wasn't feeling anything, but, as I breathed out to speak, I really started to feel it and it did knock me on my ass so my response was "I don't feel it..ohhhhhh."
It got me the highest I've ever been. The high only lasted 2 minutes at the most unfortunately. Apparently, they check ID when you buy it though. At least, when I become a bum, I'll have something cheaper than alcohol to dull myself. It will look strange with a hobo buying computer cleaning equipment,though.
We did that for 10 minutes or so then moved on to just drinking. One of the sayings that pervaded the group we were hanging out with was "It's barely Wednesday night!" which was in recognition of how ridiculously fucked up we were all getting on account of the short week. We came back to it around one in the morning because we were sitting down to watch an episode of Arrested Development. It was really hitting Hunter hard so, in my jealousy, I took a huge hit trying to get that high. As I sat there enjoying it, I started to hear echoes, though it seemed I was only hearing an echo of the sound at parts when the sound got above a certain frequency, which made me only hear an echo of the most annoying parts of everybody's laugh. This made me start freaking out a little which, in turn, made me mentally come off the high a little quicker though my body was still uncoordinated.
Jon Lee, another guy who had come in to partake, had finished his hit and no one was taking the can from him because James was looking up information about the chemical in the can that got you high and Hunter was effectively passed out. So I grabbed the can and took an even bigger hit than the previous one so I was completely fucked. While I was on this high, James was reading aloud that the chemical was a nervous system depressant. As if the universe was trying to prove a point, not two minutes after he said that, I lose complete control of my nervous system.
I had some sort of dream where I walked to another room and fell over and this girl picked me up. This was, in fact, what happened outside of the walking and it being a girl. As I look at the girl asking me if I'm okay, I realize she looks a lot like James and, eventually, I'm back in the real world and she is James. He tells me on the way down I hit his guitar stand and cut my eyebrow open. So I go to the bathroom to clean up and, as I was putting a band-aid over my eyebrow, James says satirically "It's barely Wednesday night."
In the morning, I went to the Student Health Center and had my eyebrow glued shut (I couldn't get stitches.) under the story that, as I was jumping into bed, I hit the bed post with my head. They had asked me if it knocked me out to check for a concussion and I thought to myself "Well, I was already passed out when I hit the 'bedpost' so...no?"
It's already healing well so I'm not going to look like Tony Montana (Al Pacino's character in Scarface), but I had a nasty black eye and swollen eyebrow so I was wearing these big dark sunglasses. I felt like the housewife who didn't listen.
Casino Night
Saturday was "Casino Night" where students are allowed to play casino games with fake money then bid for prizes with the money you win. Most years, they had the same paper money so my friend would keep some money then photocopy it for the next year, but another friend said they changed it to chips this year because when the house counted the money at the end of the night last year there was three times as much from the first guy bringing counterfeit money in.
I had a little bit of fun actually playing the Roulette and Black Jack tables, but every jackass asked me why I had on sunglasses when you only needed those for poker. Of course, I subsequently kicked ass at those games. I would say I kicked the jackasses' asses, but those games are more solitary games so I can't say that.
So, the challenge this year was getting illegitimate chips which I figured out. They gave out $1200 to every student at the door but weren't marking down who came through just checking that you has a student ID so I thought to come in the front entrance and go out the back exit then go back around. We made 18k that way so we cashed that in for a voucher (because the house wanted to keep the chips) that said 18k, but we just changed the 1 to a 4 and had 48. So we had most of the student population beat, but this one guy is some pro (not literally that I know of) at poker and had 117k so we thought we were fucked, but, being relatively popular, when our friends were uninterested in the prizes or saw there was no way to beat us they gave us their vouchers and our pile got huge. Because it was five of us working together, we planned to get what looked like the most expensive thing then sell it and split the cash. When we saw the prizes, the biggest things were a dvd player, a surround sound system, and an ipod nano.
Clearly, we were going for the surround sound because that was getting auctioned last, which would make it seem most expensive so (using game theory if you care to note) we collaborated with the 117k guy, since at the time we didn't know how much we had outside of a pile of vouchers, and he got the ipod and dvd player and we were up against some girls for the surround sound. Since we didn't know how much we had, a couple of us were looking through trash cans seeing if anyone threw away some vouchers. When we calculated how much we had compared to how much they had, the girls had 124k and we had 129k.
So, we get back to the dorms and go to bestbuy.com and walmart.com to price the system and it's only $70.
I guess that's karma considering we didn't really earn any of our money.
Study Night
One dick professor, who is also my advisor I might add, is giving a test Monday, which is not a way to follow a weekend designated to destroy braincells. Since I am also far behind in the class, I though getting some Adderall from my friend(Craig) would have me ready for the test. I asked Craig if he really needed the medication and he said seriously "The doctor said I have no concentration...or something. I wasn't paying attention.", which was incredibly funny and also happens to be, though wasn't intentionally, a line straight out of "Dumb and Dumber". I don't seem to be reading much faster, though. One high school friend had abused it the way I am doing today and he had made it sound like your mind becomes a focused laser, but my daydreaming just seems to be going faster thus taking up less time which is what I want I guess. We'll see how the test goes.
Wednesday Night
I went over to my friend's (James) room as Wed. is traditionally the big drinking night of the week anyway. From the hall, I could him and his roommate(Hunter) playing music really loud. I go in and they are laughing while lying down. They tell me to try the canned air James was using to clean his computer. I started to read the can to see what was dangerous about it and he says "Don't read it. That takes the fun out of it." I huff a hit and don't feel anything while holding in the hit. Hunter said "It will knock you on your ass." Remarking to this, I started to say I wasn't feeling anything, but, as I breathed out to speak, I really started to feel it and it did knock me on my ass so my response was "I don't feel it..ohhhhhh."
It got me the highest I've ever been. The high only lasted 2 minutes at the most unfortunately. Apparently, they check ID when you buy it though. At least, when I become a bum, I'll have something cheaper than alcohol to dull myself. It will look strange with a hobo buying computer cleaning equipment,though.
We did that for 10 minutes or so then moved on to just drinking. One of the sayings that pervaded the group we were hanging out with was "It's barely Wednesday night!" which was in recognition of how ridiculously fucked up we were all getting on account of the short week. We came back to it around one in the morning because we were sitting down to watch an episode of Arrested Development. It was really hitting Hunter hard so, in my jealousy, I took a huge hit trying to get that high. As I sat there enjoying it, I started to hear echoes, though it seemed I was only hearing an echo of the sound at parts when the sound got above a certain frequency, which made me only hear an echo of the most annoying parts of everybody's laugh. This made me start freaking out a little which, in turn, made me mentally come off the high a little quicker though my body was still uncoordinated.
Jon Lee, another guy who had come in to partake, had finished his hit and no one was taking the can from him because James was looking up information about the chemical in the can that got you high and Hunter was effectively passed out. So I grabbed the can and took an even bigger hit than the previous one so I was completely fucked. While I was on this high, James was reading aloud that the chemical was a nervous system depressant. As if the universe was trying to prove a point, not two minutes after he said that, I lose complete control of my nervous system.
I had some sort of dream where I walked to another room and fell over and this girl picked me up. This was, in fact, what happened outside of the walking and it being a girl. As I look at the girl asking me if I'm okay, I realize she looks a lot like James and, eventually, I'm back in the real world and she is James. He tells me on the way down I hit his guitar stand and cut my eyebrow open. So I go to the bathroom to clean up and, as I was putting a band-aid over my eyebrow, James says satirically "It's barely Wednesday night."
In the morning, I went to the Student Health Center and had my eyebrow glued shut (I couldn't get stitches.) under the story that, as I was jumping into bed, I hit the bed post with my head. They had asked me if it knocked me out to check for a concussion and I thought to myself "Well, I was already passed out when I hit the 'bedpost' so...no?"
It's already healing well so I'm not going to look like Tony Montana (Al Pacino's character in Scarface), but I had a nasty black eye and swollen eyebrow so I was wearing these big dark sunglasses. I felt like the housewife who didn't listen.
Casino Night
Saturday was "Casino Night" where students are allowed to play casino games with fake money then bid for prizes with the money you win. Most years, they had the same paper money so my friend would keep some money then photocopy it for the next year, but another friend said they changed it to chips this year because when the house counted the money at the end of the night last year there was three times as much from the first guy bringing counterfeit money in.
I had a little bit of fun actually playing the Roulette and Black Jack tables, but every jackass asked me why I had on sunglasses when you only needed those for poker. Of course, I subsequently kicked ass at those games. I would say I kicked the jackasses' asses, but those games are more solitary games so I can't say that.
So, the challenge this year was getting illegitimate chips which I figured out. They gave out $1200 to every student at the door but weren't marking down who came through just checking that you has a student ID so I thought to come in the front entrance and go out the back exit then go back around. We made 18k that way so we cashed that in for a voucher (because the house wanted to keep the chips) that said 18k, but we just changed the 1 to a 4 and had 48. So we had most of the student population beat, but this one guy is some pro (not literally that I know of) at poker and had 117k so we thought we were fucked, but, being relatively popular, when our friends were uninterested in the prizes or saw there was no way to beat us they gave us their vouchers and our pile got huge. Because it was five of us working together, we planned to get what looked like the most expensive thing then sell it and split the cash. When we saw the prizes, the biggest things were a dvd player, a surround sound system, and an ipod nano.
Clearly, we were going for the surround sound because that was getting auctioned last, which would make it seem most expensive so (using game theory if you care to note) we collaborated with the 117k guy, since at the time we didn't know how much we had outside of a pile of vouchers, and he got the ipod and dvd player and we were up against some girls for the surround sound. Since we didn't know how much we had, a couple of us were looking through trash cans seeing if anyone threw away some vouchers. When we calculated how much we had compared to how much they had, the girls had 124k and we had 129k.
So, we get back to the dorms and go to bestbuy.com and walmart.com to price the system and it's only $70.
I guess that's karma considering we didn't really earn any of our money.
Study Night
One dick professor, who is also my advisor I might add, is giving a test Monday, which is not a way to follow a weekend designated to destroy braincells. Since I am also far behind in the class, I though getting some Adderall from my friend(Craig) would have me ready for the test. I asked Craig if he really needed the medication and he said seriously "The doctor said I have no concentration...or something. I wasn't paying attention.", which was incredibly funny and also happens to be, though wasn't intentionally, a line straight out of "Dumb and Dumber". I don't seem to be reading much faster, though. One high school friend had abused it the way I am doing today and he had made it sound like your mind becomes a focused laser, but my daydreaming just seems to be going faster thus taking up less time which is what I want I guess. We'll see how the test goes.
