Okies. So Jessica's nerd party last night was really fun. At first it was kinda akward because I knew just about no one there enough to go up and hang out with, so I enjoyed some nasty grape-ish soda, and watched Thomas and Kevin (who is not called Jesus, as I found out. The real Jesus was there, too, and was attached at the butt to his girlfriend.) make a powerpoint summarizing the party so far. It was running on a loop in the background for about the next hour. At one point, someone threw in a footnote stating that every 6000 loops there'd be a  surprise, and we had Justin sitting there for a good 15 minutes watching for it. Then when he turned away, I gasped and pointed at the screen and yelled, "AWW, YOU MISSED IT!!!" and he went back to watching it. Then I got bored and tied a balloon to Jessie's phone, and then it dawned on me to tie more balloons onto her phone until it floated. Success, thanks to the big mylar silver one ("IT'S THE ALPHA BALLOON!!!"). Meanwhile, Alias showed up with four different versions of Risk that he, Chris, Patrick, and Josh set up in the greasy pool room. They were playing all four games simultaneously, which was pretty fucking amazing. At the same time they were blasting some seriously nerdy music, including OLD MEMEs, and stuff we played in band. Then I went into the other room and blasted our band CD.

Starting a new paragraph kthx. Taylor showed up, and we went outside to beat up the biggest pinata I've ever seen in my life. Someone broke the string on the first whack, so the boys threw it at each other, and eventually it fell apart and we harvested its guts. Everyone seemed to be having troubles opening up the cocaine chunky knock-off pixie sticks but me. They were pretty weird to eat, though. I made Jessie a neck brace/birthday hat out of the pinata's remains.

Then we went back inside, and watched the boys play Risk some more. Stole Littman's hat and comb, and found a nail-studded plank in a drawer. Oh, this was the greasiest room I've ever been in. The chair's upholstery was greasy, the walls were greasy, the tables were greasy, IT WAS ALL SO GREASY!!! Eurgh.

Cake! Littman and I were suffering similar dietary restrictions (he ate the topping off of about seven slices of pizza; I stuck to chips and dip), so we got to watch everyone else eat this really really good looking cake. I had some frosting and it was average out of spite. They bought us sherbert so we wouldn't be sad, or something, but come on. SHERBERT. WHO FUCKING LIKES SHERBERT? Whatever. Chris burned his fingers trying to pinch out a candle.

By then someone had cut the balloons off the phone, which had been floating around the place for the duration of the party. I helped myself to two big red stars, and tied them to my bracelets which was kinda stupid because I ended up bring home them and a whole lot more. But anyway, I walked into the Risk-Room, and somene made Littman andry by saying "What the shit?" which is really a pretty stupid and gramatically incorrect think to say. So he got angry, took out his greaser-comb, and slit one of my balloons open. Which was truely devistating.

Then I started fearing for the safety of my balloons, so I got some decoys, IE the mess of balloons floting about the cealing. So the next time I walked into the Risk-Room containing an angry Josh, he went straight for the cheap decoy balloons, and left my star one alone. Then someone (Chris?) cut the strings of a bunch of my balloons (all decoys, plxkthx). But I spilled iced tea on my shoulder. Because I tied a balloon to that, too. 

When I've become the All-Powerful ruler of the universe, I will tie balloons to everything in my mansion/palace/fortress/bouncy-house, so everything will be conviently floating around, and nothing would get lost like that priest guy in Brazil who attempted something similar, only with himself, and floated away and got lost at sea, and is pretty much dead now. Anyway....

Umm, then at one point, I think it was Thomas who decided to go outside and play hide and seek. So we did. I hid in the bushes nest to some classy looking broken beer bottles. Thomas and Kevin found me, because I am an idiot and did not think about covering my back. Thomas renamed me "Pink-Haired Girl" and said that I'll be forever known as that, reguardless of my hair colour. I really didn't want to mention that for years now we've referred to him as JTHM-Thomas, so I let it drop. Amyway, it turns out I almost won, and we lost Littman for awhile, but then found him sitting pretty obviously in some bushes. We were an IT-tagteam for the next round (JEW POWERRRRRR!) and had serious preblams counting to fifty. And we lost Chris for awhile, but then the sprinklers went off in the bushes he was hiding in, so we found him relatively easily.

Then it got dark and people started leaving, and I counted the stars (seven and three ariplanes) and I left eventually. Le end.










And yes, I am very bored. And have had Holst's "Mars-Bringer of War" stuck in my head for an entire day now, because Alias thought it would make good battle music during their Risk thingy. But it is a really sweet piece of music. Lulz, I've been familliar with the whole Planets suite since I was eight. I am pretty classy.