Truth Or Dare and Dreams
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tabular_rasaLast night the Improv show went very well, I think ^_^
There was a party afterward, but I wanted to hang out with Lisa, Keith, Patricia, and Linda and it might have been awkward combining the two, so we sat around outside Mallinkrodt trying to decide what to do forever. So we walked to the Loop, ate some Ben and Jerry's, and then walked back.
We had the idea while we were there that we should play a giant, grown-up game of Truth or Dare. Instead of Truth or Dare, however, it was just "Truth" (the version I like better, anyway ^_^): Around the circle, someone asks a question, and everyone has to answer it. It was fun. Best question: What psychological disorder do you think you have?
I ended up liking it a lot. I'll share anything and everything, so that wasn't a problem, and it turns out we're a lot more alike than we think (like Linda and I, it was crazy . . . not only did we have a lot of alike answers, every song that came on my shuffled playlist she'd be like "I LOVE THIS SONG!"-- and, then, seeing as how I just got about half of them from Keith last night, it added to the likingness-sharing . . . and I know Lisa liked some . . . and Patricia, too . . . though Patricia left for a large portion of the game).
We all then watched "Some Consequence Yet Hanging in the Stars," for kicks and giggles. Sorry, Nichole and Kristina, lol . . .
Last night I had a dream that I was back home-- or, rather, back at Tiffany's house-- and we were swimming in her pool. I can't remember if she actually owned the house or not, or if we were just sneaking into the pool. There was something about having to fly somewhere, and escaping some freaky old people who insisted on us coming and "watching them die." So then Lisa shows up in this private jet she owns, supposedly, in the dream, and can fly, and she flies herself, her dad, Tiffany, my little brother, my dad, and me, to somewhere random.
The guy who drove Carol back here is just sitting on her bed (Carol just got back from her weekend at home), while she greets everyone else in Divya and Clara's room, and it's kind of awkward, because I just woke up, and I have nothing really to say . . . and so I feel kind of rude . . .
There was a party afterward, but I wanted to hang out with Lisa, Keith, Patricia, and Linda and it might have been awkward combining the two, so we sat around outside Mallinkrodt trying to decide what to do forever. So we walked to the Loop, ate some Ben and Jerry's, and then walked back.
We had the idea while we were there that we should play a giant, grown-up game of Truth or Dare. Instead of Truth or Dare, however, it was just "Truth" (the version I like better, anyway ^_^): Around the circle, someone asks a question, and everyone has to answer it. It was fun. Best question: What psychological disorder do you think you have?
I ended up liking it a lot. I'll share anything and everything, so that wasn't a problem, and it turns out we're a lot more alike than we think (like Linda and I, it was crazy . . . not only did we have a lot of alike answers, every song that came on my shuffled playlist she'd be like "I LOVE THIS SONG!"-- and, then, seeing as how I just got about half of them from Keith last night, it added to the likingness-sharing . . . and I know Lisa liked some . . . and Patricia, too . . . though Patricia left for a large portion of the game).
We all then watched "Some Consequence Yet Hanging in the Stars," for kicks and giggles. Sorry, Nichole and Kristina, lol . . .
Last night I had a dream that I was back home-- or, rather, back at Tiffany's house-- and we were swimming in her pool. I can't remember if she actually owned the house or not, or if we were just sneaking into the pool. There was something about having to fly somewhere, and escaping some freaky old people who insisted on us coming and "watching them die." So then Lisa shows up in this private jet she owns, supposedly, in the dream, and can fly, and she flies herself, her dad, Tiffany, my little brother, my dad, and me, to somewhere random.
The guy who drove Carol back here is just sitting on her bed (Carol just got back from her weekend at home), while she greets everyone else in Divya and Clara's room, and it's kind of awkward, because I just woke up, and I have nothing really to say . . . and so I feel kind of rude . . .
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Date: 2005-10-02 10:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-02 02:34 pm (UTC)It's look as there's to be many in the future ^_^ so come as you will.
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Date: 2005-10-02 10:55 am (UTC)CHECK IT.
M to the N to the 42izzle, y'all.
Be there homizzle.
YO YO YO YO YO YO.
You so totally like owe me. YEAh.
YEA YEA YEA YEA YEA YEAh!
w00t.
YO MOMMA SAYS SHE LUVS YOU!.
Yo yo yo yo yo.
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Date: 2005-10-02 02:35 pm (UTC)But I thank you fo-shizzle for trying.
I love you all, too--
Ferschnizzle?
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Date: 2005-10-02 06:34 pm (UTC)I sent it to you!
I DID!
Where did it gooo?
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Date: 2005-10-02 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-02 02:37 pm (UTC)Kim: "Who do you think is cute?"
Amy: "I don't think anyone's cute. I don't have hormones. They don't have hormones. The idea of us being attracted to the opposite sex is perverted at this point."
Kim: *O.o*
Amy: *has no friends.*
Lol . . .
No, seriously . . . I like it now, because the questions are more mature, and no one's as antsy about intimately sharing. Well, almost no one . . .
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Date: 2005-10-02 12:19 pm (UTC)I hate moving....
*tear*
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Date: 2005-10-02 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-02 02:37 pm (UTC)Did you send me a Barbie card?
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Date: 2005-10-02 12:35 pm (UTC)Love to Amy Jan!
Woo!
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Date: 2005-10-02 02:38 pm (UTC)Yeah, that movie is why on the Suspicious of Whistlers bio I direct porn, lol . . .
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Date: 2005-10-02 02:40 pm (UTC)Btw: I definitely like the idea of me having my own private jet. I should definitely make that happen...