Can you say celeron 300 with 32MB Ram?
...and what's worse, I'm trying to get this lovely laptop of Tom's to dual
boot windows 95 and 98. Imagine that, the two veritable powerhouses of
the FAT and FAT32 eras, battling it out on a single 4GB Hard Drive.
The suspense is almost too much.
But really, It's 4:17 in the morning, and I've had a long day. For those
who haven't heard through the grape vine, I managed to get my nose broken
last Tuesday in a mosh pit. It's not the first time, and I'm sure it
won't be the last, but it was, to date, the worst. My nose started
turning funny colors up around the bridge, and the minor swelling added
difficulty in breathing. The story goes as follows...
It all started with the epitome of drunken and disorderly conduct known as
the "Nachtwanderung", or "Night Wandering" translated. In this wandering,
a person paid 6eu to get a punch card and a bus pass. With these two
tools, that same person could travel from club to club in the 17 student
clubs on the bus route, buying a drink at each, and then moving on. As
further incentive, at each club in which a drink was purchased, that
person would receive a single punch on their card. After three punches,
the fourth club would yield a free beer. What could be better... that's
right... Dates.
John and I went on this trip on what seemed to be a pseudo double-date
with these two girls we had met the weekend before named Manu and
Ludmilla. Also accompanying us were our friends Vladka and Bruno. The
six of us departed around 10:30 in the evening, and began our trek to
achieve free-beer bliss.
Alas, with clubs being crowded, things went slowly, and by the third club
we were ready to chill out for a while. At this club, there was a live
surf music band playing, and some people, including Bruno, had taken it
upon themselves to do a little moshing. Enter Dave. I got all up in
there, and beat people with the best of them for just under 20 minutes.
(Mind you that this had ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with the fact that I'd
been blown off by my "date" for some semi-random guy in whom she was
interested...*)
After the band finished playing, I stopped moshing long enough to grab a
quick drink of John's beer, when the DJ opted to go with a classic:
Nirvana's very own "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Of course, the guys that
had all just been in the pit jumped right back in, as did I, and we were
hitting harder than ever, getting out all of our mutual aggression toward
anything and everything that might have been bothering us. Then, just as
the song was nearing an end, someone was given a mighty push which brought
them directly into contact with my nose. There was a loud crack inside my
head, and I felt the blood immediately begin to flow.
Now I knew this was just an accident, so gave a sharp inhale through the
nose to keep from spraying anyone, and proceeded to lay out the entire pit
out of sheer annoyance alone. This lasted for the last ten seconds of the
song, after which I promptly procured two napkins from the bar. With
these napkins, I grabbed my nose and gave it three or four good jerks,
cracking everything into a generally orderly state, and then
continued about my business as usual.
After a little while longer, we all decided to leave the club, as myself,
Bruno, and John all had free beers coming to us. We stopped by the club
that lies directly beneath my room, grabbed our free beers, and then
went on to do some dancing till about 4:30 in the morning. (and by
dancing, I mean I sat holding the jackets and a cold cloth on my face
while waiting on everyone else to finish.)
Since I had a test at 7:30 that morning, (a mere three hours away), we
opted to go back to Manu and Vladka's room to watch a movie. I passed out
for a bit of it, but managed to wake back up in time to walk home, change
my shirt, put on deodorant, eat some eggs, and head to my German test. (I
know, I rule like that sometimes.)
I'll have everyone know that I did just fine on the test, and then spent
the rest of the day asleep rather than seeing a doctor about my now
colored nose.
To make a long story just a little longer, I went to the hospital today,
finally, and felt completely at home waiting a mere 4.5 hours to get in
and out. They took X-Rays which confirmed the fracture, albeit minor, and
told me not to worry, everything should return to normal in a few weeks.
The moral of this whole story can be summed up in a bit of a riddle...
"Gone in 60 Seconds" + "Albert Camus" == !(International IW); If you got
that, then consider yourself among the elite few that can totally read my
mind. (or that just asked and I was willing to divulge. :] ) Until
next time, I remain...
*note sarcasm
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