Futile Horn

02.17.2003 - 12:30 am (well, no "massacre," per se)

You diaryland denizens have failed to heed my warnings. There are more "eye" banners now than ever before. What is it going to take to convince you about how foolish you look?

I actually had a decent time out last night. We hung out at Tom's old roommate's apartment. His sister had gotten everyone obsessed with "songs of the 90s" tournament a radio station in Boston had hosted, and we spent about an hour arguing which of a pair of songs should win out and why. Then we went to the trendy bar downstairs with the house dj and the neon enhanced photographs on the wall, and took up the corner in the back. Will's everything old is new again girlfriend reminded me just enough of someone I went out with in college to keep me slightly nervous, but ultimately I suppose she was okay.

I finally managed to download "45". I'd been trying to find it for days.

My test this morning was kinda easy. I neglected to study but all was well. I got out early and went to the bookstore to study for the test I've still neglected to register for. Bad futilehorn bad. Speaking of which, Tom has succeeded in arranging the... discontinuation of the networking guy at the firm he works for, and has asked me for the second time if I was interested in the job. I've no idea what kind of system they have set up there, and neither does Tom. It's kinda humorous.

Man, I never have any food in here. What's up with that?

Oh! How could I forget. One of our friends got engaged on Valentine's day. The problem is none of us were ever particularly keen on her. Paul would tried to defend her at first, but he quickly become the most vocal... dissenter, if you will. Someone said something about sending a sympathy card. In comparison the rest of us got off pretty well: we ate a half gallon of ice cream and watched some movies with a lot of bullets.

We've had so much difficulty agreeing on movies to watch that we had to devise a system. We each had to roll a die, and whoever got the lowest would have to pick four movies from Eugene's collection (cus there were four of us) and then the other three would each get a chance to eliminate one movie. I got the lowest die. Oh, the burdens of leadership.

Later that night, I had a dream that we went to a kinda of shady saloon, and not only were we shot to death there, but we we got trapped in some kind of time warp where lived just to get murdered in some different way the next day. We were having a terribly good time of course, we just had to endure the bloody death at the end. Living fast, I think it is called. Plus we got to take out a few ourselves, so all was right and just in the world.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn