I don't know why I thought this, but I figured since I hadn't blogged in so long, lots of you would have given up on me or forgotten about this blog, or just may have taken awhile to read/comment at the very least, but your comments on my last entry totally blew me away!
Last I checked there were 71 comments, all super thoughtful and helpful regarding the classes I should take next quarter. Honestly, you guys were such a big help. There was so much good advice in there; I regretted not going to you all for class-picking advice every quarter!
Just to update you, most people managed to sway me in the direction of the French Films class. I had no idea so many people were so enthusiastic about French cinema, and everyone's comments that taking a class with a friend and in the small intimate setting (10 people) would probably be the best option, so unless something goes horribly wrong, that's probably what I'll end up doing.
In other news, I had a much needed, much deserved silly night with my roommates last night. I really missed just doing spontaneous fun things with the people I live with, and last night definitely took the cake for 'weirdest stuff we've ever done'.
So Eia and I were both snuggled up in her bed, ignoring our homework while we mapped out a hypothetical backpacking trip around Europe that neither of us will be able to afford until at least 2012 (one that wont involve any studying abroad this time), when Justin runs up the stairs around midnight and says "Fog machine in 10 minutes. Bring anything you have that glows."
Ten minutes later we were standing downstairs in our living room, lights off, strobe light in hand, with a blue police style rotating light on the mantle and a red light washing the room in an eerie glow. Justin said "ready?" and after setting the industrial-sized fog machine (which Justin is holding on to for Night Zero) to "2" (it goes all the way up to NINE) we watched in awe as our house started to fill with billowy white smoke.
It was AWESOME. It was like we were in a rave. Justin turned on some music and we started dancing around and for a few good minutes the smoke was so thick we couldn't even see each other. But then it started to mellow out and we just had a serious laserlight disco going. In our living room. After midnight. With school the next day.
We did, in fact, think ahead on this spontaneous plan, and removed the smoke alarms. But we erm, managed to miss one, and suddenly heard a loud noise coming from upstairs. Justin ran to turn it off, and at the same moment our other roommate PJ (whom we didn't even know was home) comes stumbling out of her room, rubbing her eyes and looking absolutely terrified at the combination of being woken up by a fire alarm and then seeing smoke BILLOWING up the stairs toward her room. Oops.
We apologized and went back downstairs, where we laid out some blankets, but on some really great laser show music, and Justin proceeded to entertain us for the nest 10-15 minutes with a hand-held laser light that created amazing shapes on the ceiling. We'd all been to laser shows before (they do this really great Muse one at the Seattle Center) and I have to admit, this DIY laser show in our living room was almost as good. Then we laid on the floor until the smoke cleared, Eia brought out her birthday cake flavored ice cream, and eventually, around 2:30 in the morning, I headed to bed. Homework untouched.
These are the kinds of nights I've missed.
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