Wednesday I went into town to return some things and on the way back I ran into Silvana. We took the bus back to uni together, on the way onto the bus a drunk guy was getting written up by the police. And then he got on the bus with us. He was mumbling to whoever would listen for the entire bus ride. At one point he was singing. He got off at Lancaster with us. It was ridiculous.
"Its hard being English, you don't know how hard it is, I wish it were easy but its hard, I am superior. There's so many foreigners. America is not the place to go. Just shoot me, shoot me then, like john lennon. I'm more English then the fucking queen. The queen is german. Fuck. I'm in so much pain, you don't even know how much pain I'm in. Here. Here. Here." (must be read in the poshest most stereotypical english accent possible)
Later Chad, Jenna, Dave, and I spent some time just hanging out down the hall, there was a tootsie roll throw and other random activities that should not have been fun, but we were all over sugared and over tired so they were.
And finally today I hung out outside with the flat, we had a pizza picnic, and just talked. When it started to get dark and cold we went inside and cut Shad's hair. Then resumed our tootsie roll toss.
Tomorrow is flat movie day.
