listening - Feuer Frei! by Ramms+ein
Yesterday night when I was taking a shower, the bathtub faucet flew off with a huge BANG and hit me in the foot. Now I have a cut and a footache.
I haven't been able to write all weekend because of this relay for life walk for cancer thing that we had to do from friday night to saturday morning. We collected 55,000 dollars for cancer, at least. There were 58 teams of about 10-12 people each and every team set up a tent and did some kind of on-site fundraiser like selling food or doing raffles and the object was to keep at least one person from each team on the track at all times. We had some DJ who played fucking rap and britney spears and various old "happy" songs all hours of the night. Most people stayed up all night. I don't know how the fuck they did that. I only had about four hours of sleep every night that week so by two in the morning my eyes were turning colors and I got really bitchy but couldn't sleep because kegan and jadine and all their people were always RIGHT next to whatever tent I tried to sleep in and they NEVER SHUT UP. Rarr I wanted to shoot them in the face. I eventually fell lightly asleep at threeish because I put on my headphones, but I woke up a little before four because I was shaking so hard. Why? Because it was freezing outside. I had on two pairs of pants and a shirt and two jackets and a blanket but I was still freezing. Kelly took me inside (Greco, the school that owns the track where the relay for life was held) and it was warmer. There were several other people in there trying to escape the cold, too. At about five-thirty I was suffering from a mix of sleep deprivation, food deprevation and OMG I'M SO EFFIN' COLDness, so I called my dad who sounded pissed...prolly because I woke him up...but I ended up staying the whole eighteen hours.
Don't get me wrong - some parts of the relay were fun, like drinking three starbucks frappuchinos and playing with lighters and burning popcorn and playing frisbee and walking around the track backwards for an hour and watching our tent fly away in a really strong wind and then putting it back up and laughing about the ghettoness of it all. Good times. Well, I hope those cancerous people are happy. I almost had a breakdown for them.