. i can feel the itching under my skin that signals the approach of zits everywhere. ..everywhere i have zombie
makeup. i'm tired and when i look at white light, i see things dancing around in it. my stomach is growling, but food is very low on my list of priorities. but it's worth it..
i am an all freakin' night 2000 supervictim!
i spent about ten of the previous 24 hours at the capitol theater, observing and taking part in the yearly all-night horror movie festival that's a subset of the olympia film festival. i dressed like a zombie and won prizes and hit the reef for 6am happy hour and saw five quality fright films.
between full-length movies, there were a few shorts. and i smoked a lot of cigarettes
. i got to bob for human heads in a pool of blood
with everyone else who dressed as a zombie. i won a leech woman
(push the button on her back to see her leech wiggle! comes with plastic dagger!), even though i didn't grab any heads and i wasn't really trying very hard.
we agreed that, as weird as all freakin' night had become by about 9am, the peak of the surreality
was 6am happy hour
. in the morning, the reef is exactly like an airport bar
. only on this particular morning, it was packed. weird shit.
i slept till 5pm. i got up and took a prolog
exam. i realized that i don't really know what an accumulator
is and i left my prolog book at home.
i love being young and stupid.