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Truth Or Dare and Dreams
Oct. 2nd, 2005 11:03 amLast 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 . . .
