Dan, likely bored from hours of researching Natalie Portman for his latest paper, decided to see what's going on in the other rooms of the Shirtless O'Clock suite at 9:30pm today.
Entering the Veenz and Roman (like the empire) room, he noted that they were fast asleep, teddy bears securely in their arms.
Let's see what he finds in the Alex and Mikeee suite:
Dan: "hey, everyone's asleep."
Mike (at his desk): "Meow"
Dan: "...or a cat."

Hey.

I got high.

For reals.

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That would have been my entire post, but someone would have yelled at me for that. :-(

I must say it was quite the experience, and nothing like I expected it to be. I was expecting just a good feeling, sort of like when I'm buzzed. However this was the closest I'd been to having a psychedlic experience. So I thought I might as well describe it, even though Alex, Dan, Roman, and Mike (?) have been high before. I first realized I was high when my vision and perspective became far more narrow. It felt like I could move my head fast enough, but my view took some time to catch up. Like my entire peripheral vision was still working, but I just didn't care to use it. Also, my concentration was all over the place. Oh, and time went slow. Way too slow.

It felt like my senses were heightened, but only two or so at a time. So I could smell and hear things far better, yet my sense of touch felt almost a numb. Other times I felt like I could feel the claminess and oils on my hands, and my eyes were sensitive to the lights while my hearing and smell lacked all concentration. And whenever I closed my eyes, I felt a pulsating ring-shaped force pushing back on me, and it felt pretty awesome when I did that on the train, because I could feel the train's acceleration, and it felt wicked fast. Really, really fast.

It was definitely an interesting experience, but it wasn't anything that really made me feel good. Some people seem to feel really good when they're high, I just felt more curious...and admittedly a bit giddy. Maybe that's because it was my first time, or it was the general environment. In any case, I may try it once more this week. If it's the same kind of experience then I don't think I'll continue to do it, because if that's the case it really isn't for me. But dang, I really want to draw when I'm high, at least once.

In case you're wondering what happened

We locked up in fear: "AHHHH!"
We have to think of something, right now, and entertaining?
The pressure was immense. We snapped like a twig in a campfire. SNAP
it was bad. we ran around screaming incessently. Our preceptor came in to tell us to stop. Moe never comes in to tell us to stop anything, but this was a desperate situation.
Ravi sold all of his stocks to stock up for the nuclear winter.
Dan has collected his Natalie Portman collection. It's exquisite and rare, and it's perhaps the most valuable thing he has.
Vinoo has moved to Japan. Sainara, Vinoo.
Alex is frantically writing an article about it for the Targum. Ironic, perhaps.
Roman's eyes are real big. I'm talking huge saucers. He's never been so surprised since that bear came back for a rematch.
That leaves me... me? I'm clutching the rags of Shirtless O'Clock at 3:23am. Insomnia inspires... if I could only get away from the nightmare that is a dying Shirtless O'Clock.

Rage into the dying night, Shirtless O'Clock. Rage on...

A New Era

For those of you wondering about my new haircut, I feel that I should explain myself. The shorter hair signifies a new era. Everything that happened to me in the last year, good or bad, I blame almost exclusively on my hair. Well, kind of. Anyways, this brings a new era to the Land of Wass, and, oh, it will be good. An era where I have (slightly) less hair (for a little while), and... well, I guess that's about it actually.

So at the wine and cheese party Roman like the empire was trying to cork a bottle of wine and was having difficulty....So I drunkely asked him
"Hey Roman did u loose a few Brain cells while u were knocked unconscious by white nick"

~Sherlyn

Here's the Heading!

I don't want to hog up all the blogosphere with all of my posts, but it's late, and I can't sleep, so here goes. I was going to talk about Spider Solitaire, but then I realized that would occupy all of two uninteresting sentences. Then I was going to talk about something serious and emotional, until I remembered that it was me typing this. So, now that my always present pre-post rant is done, here's the good stuff (keep in mind, I'm pretty out of it now, so don't blame me if you don't think it's funny, but if you do, leave a comment. Don't make me beg you).

Fortune Cookies that Never Were:
Everyone knows that fortunes inside the fortune cookies nowadays suck. I think this is because they rejected all of mine, which I have divided into categories for your convenience.

The Obvious Stuff:

You will make a decision today of great/little importance, and will be happy/unhappy with the outcome.

Later today you will have to make a life and death decision where the only solution is to... Lucky numbers: 5, 25, 12, 31, 4

You will be upset when you realize that you should have gotten a better fortune than this one.

The Ominous Stuff

When you look up you will be hit by a pie with either cherry or custard filling

When you cross the street you will nearly be hit by a car, but will survive. Until you are crushed by a falling meteorite.

Your meal has a deadly poison in it. Enjoy!

The Eerily Accurate Stuff

You will be stung today by 57 bees and 21 wasps, and bitten by 2 rabid weasels

You will fall out of a fourth story window tomorrow, and will land on a truckbed full of talcum powder. You will celebrate until you realize it is actually anthrax.

Look Mike, you need to stand up right now. Head towards the window to your left. Ok, now step outside the window, and on to the ledge. Ok, now pick up the briefcase next to you. No, not that one, the other one. Ok, now you have to climb into the hot air balloon, and fly North for five miles, then West for two miles. Ok, now you have to walk 15 blocks uptown until you see a container with the US Postal symbol on it. Open the briefcase, and take out a letter, and put it in the container. Ok, thanks a lot, Mike. I'll see you on Monday. - Dan

The Random Stuff

I am getting head as I am typing this fortune cookiiiiiiiiiiiiiieee!!

Man, I really need a new job.

I'm not wearing any pants right now.