all-nighter party at van pelt!

hot damn it's been some looooong days/nights. i don't know where shit starts and ends.

6am: went to sleep after sixteen straight hours of sitting at my desk (where i have never studied before)
1:30pm: woke up to call from collectivesource saying they have money for me, and to meet at the castle.
1:35pm: find out that i just made ninety-four dollars. mini-freak out
2pm: mosey on down to van pelt.
2:05pm: run into gavin, goodman, and suneet, who are going to mad4mex for discount burritos.
2:10pm: pick up my money from dumb butch castle boy.
2:20pm: mad4mex is closed for spring cleaning??!
2:25pm: sit down at new deck, order some drinks and some food.
3:00pm: already ridiculously full from awesome cheese fries.
3:30pm: cannot eat a single bite more. goodman is farting on me. gavin can't finish his second beer despite exclamations of his irishness.
4:00pm: fall over each other from fullness. scramble outside for cigarettes.
4:10pm: finally sit down at van pelt. alex says "you smell like drunk".
6:00pm: place an order for some study buddies from chillpillnikhil.
7:00pm: shopping spree. white cable-knit sweater from gap. shiny red ballet flats from urban.
8:00pm: insane review session with seven other kids.
11:00pm: fail at paying attention to reich's ramblings about visual comm.
2:00am: partake in study buddy.
3:00am: rendevous in houston hall bathroom.
3:30am: discover that ruben has stolen my comm book. that asshole.
4:00am: pass out nap at desk.
4:20am: ridiculously refreshed and raring to go.
4:30am: rando jap falls from chair and collapses on floor. six penn policemen rush to the scene.
5:00am: alex lights two menorahs.
6:00am: alex finishes his first paper (18 pages). he begins his second (7 pages) and third (15 pages) paper. i shake my head in disbelief.
6:30am: wawa run. one vitaminwater. two cans of dietcoke. one pack of camel turkishroyals.
6:45am: commencement of visual comm review session with will.

EDIT:
8:45am: freeeaaaking out due to various drug overdoses. grinding teeth like a mother-f.
9:00am: visual comm final. sucked.
9:45am: succeeded in paying back ruben by scaring him shitless coming out of the shower. he then proceeded to ramble about mnemonic devices while standing with only a hand towel covering his schtuff.
12:00pm: children&media final. sucked too.
2:00pm: spent quite some time in tae's room making south park characters of the housemates.
7:00pm: lackadaisacal study sesh in gavin's room. gavin and nick daley poke fun at how gullible i am. continuously.
12:00am: gavin starts unloading the contents of an axe deordant can on me.
12:30am: i fall "gracefully" onto gavin's bookcase. other such ridiculous things are done and said.
12:35am: held hostage outside of gavin's room by axe spray gun. i now reek of boy. or, as nick daley put it, "mexican piss shower."
3:00am: finally finish and make it home. will is watching the simpsons while chowing down in the kitchen. commence short pass out.
7:45am: scramble out of bed as nick daley calls "are you awake??"
9:00am: we are three out of maybe fifteen kids taking this test. cassanelli passes around tangerine slices. we ace this test.
10:30am: we celebrate by moseying around the museum for a bit. when chancing upon a mummy, gavin asks "uhm, not to seem really juvenille, but man look at how his dick preserved!" nick daley replies "now that's a fucking legend man."
12:00pm: indecision 2004 sesh with gavin and jw.
3:00pm: will goes home. i'm heartbroken.
4:00pm: drop by skulls. roger is hardcore passed out.
9:00pm: roger calls "i thought we were going to hang out..."
10:00pm: discover that flight is actually at eight in the morning. mini freakout. pack pack clean pack.
1:00am: finally make it to skulls where roger drags himself out of bed long enough so we can sort of watch a scanner darkly.
3:00am: back home with mike. where is alex? commence ridiculously long and time-wasting (because i need to) conversation and other such fun-ness.
7:00am: to the airport!
11:00am (LA time): ahhhhhhh....

i'm sorry we all had to sit thru that.