Partying for nine hours straight takes a lot out of people. If by "partying," you mean "studying crazily for finals on Monday." All this studying was bound to make us insane(-er). And so began another tragic tale of Lowell geeks studying for hours until proactive interference and retroactive interference began to run together, Jefferson and Jackson became the same president, and lively debates over whether or not James Fenimore Cooper wrote the Leatherstocking Tales were sparked. Needless to say, we had to take breaks to keep our brains from breaking under the onslaught of American History and Psychology. These breaks, at first Mimi attempting to knit, became full outbursts of hyper mania. Our conversations soon degraded into debates... about the oranges.... M: We're soo high. I think it's the oranges. I betcha anything they're spiked. H: Whatever. Don't be ridiculous. How would you spike oranges without getting the peel off? M: Duh. Needles and syringes. H: But that would leave a hole. Out of which would squirt orange liquid. M: .... H: Hey, didn't you squirt orange into your eye before? M: ...yes... and about Yoshi's gender... M: I bet if we just went around asking people for eggs, we could find out where he lived. H: But that plan would fail because eventually someone would have eggs and then we would be DOOMED. M: That's why we ask for like, ostrich eggs or duck eggs or goose eggs. H: And someone would be like OH! Of course, I have that. Just hold on a second while I run and fetch my crocodile eggs. M: Fine, Yoshi eggs! H: Eggs laid by Yoshi? OMG! ... You know what this means?... Yoshi's a girl! M: What? NO! Yoshi's a boy. He's all green and dinosaur-turtley and manly! Yoshi's a boy! H: No! Boys can't lay eggs! Yoshi's a GIRL! OMG. Yoshi's a girl! M: OMG, you're right! But... noooooooo. H: My world has been turned upside down. Yoshi's a girl! and to J.J Lin's favorite sounds... H: You know, J.J really likes water. M: I know! He has water sounds in like the beginning of every song. H: He is the worst person to listen to if you have to go to the bathroom. M: True, true. H: On top of that, he makes the sh- sss- sound alot. He likes the "S" sound alot. M: But.. it's really hard not to use the "s" sound. H: Wanna bet? (5 Min Later..) H: Young Helmhotz Theory- three.. color... add... up... to... every.. color.. available. M: Opponent pro---- theory. Color come in pair... When one.. of pair.. is "on" you can't see the other one. H: *gasp* You said it! .... Crap. I did too. M: This is hard. Okay, okay, start over. Ready.... go! (1 Min later.) H: I give up. This is hard. M: I bet "s" is the most important sound in language. H: Nuh-uh. I think "t" is. M: Nuh-uh. H: Fine, let's see! (2 Min Later) H: See! Told you! M: I dunno... H: Whatever, I think "t" is important. M: I say s. H: I dunno. I think you can talk with a lisp all the time. Thee thells thea-thells by the thea-thore. See? M: What about vowels? H: ... and weirdest things in our history book... M: Didn't some president die of bloody diarrhea? H: *After searching* Nooo... Polk couldn't run for a 2nd term because "his health was broken by overwork and chronic diarrhea." M: I can't believe they wrote that in our book. H: I know! At least give the man some dignity! and our ongoing quest to find a man with blue eyes in the history book... H: *peering at picture* Is it just me or does Andrew Jackson have one blue eye and one brown eye? M: What? I think he has brown eyes. H: Just look at it! I swear they're different colors. M: *looks intently at picture* OMG, you're right! That one's blue and that one's brown! H: That's soo weird. I think we should ask Schmidtler about this. M: You know he just shuddered upstairs because he felt something evil pass over him. |