the entire town lost power last night at midnight, due to high winds.

so of course that meant i couldn’t sleep, everything was too exciting! the generator kicked in after a minute after the power went out, turning the hallway lights on and nothing else. so our suite (minus the strep kids) gathered in the common room so we could see.

we had already spent most of the night in the common room, complaining about the wind, creepily watching all the people that had gone outside to experience the storm, basically being too hyper for our own good. i actually ended up outside at one point, to do several things i won’t mention because they’ll make me seem more insane.

when the power went out, we heard some yelling outside, so we of course had to go investigate. we found a mob of students yelling and following a boy holding a tree branch above his head. so we joined the mob.

we ended up walking all over campus, following the tree (FOLLOW THE TREE!). we went up to main street first and crowded around the center fountain. the boy with the tree climbed the statue and they tried to attach the tree to the top, but the university police arrived and ordered them get off of the statue and made us all get on the sidewalk. we then followed the tree to the other side of campus, in order to wake up everyone in the dorms so they could join us. on the way over we ended up having our path blocked several times by police cruisers, but we walked right past. turns out there’s nothing they can really do about 1,000 students walking around campus at two in the morning in the pitch black (no street lights!).

basically, we woke up the entire campus. and yes, i got to sleep after 3:00am. and yes, i had to get up at 7:00am. ah, college.

did three stop signs yesterday. we (me and some other people who i will not incriminate here) had a pretty insane time and learned a lot about the sport of… mischiefing.

rule 1: never leave a fellow vandal behind.
rule 2: always bring something to stand on.
rule 3a: never vandalize anything in front of the police station.
rule 3b: never vandalize anything when a cop car is following you for 10 minutes.

so yeah, that makes 9 mischiefed stop signs. very nice.

damn it feels good to be a gangster.

so, i’m pretty straight edge, yes? but this is not something to brag about, i’m not going to lie. so i’d like to provide some evidence on the contrary to refute this claim. while it is true that i don’t drink, do drugs, smoke, drive over the speed limit, cheat, party, et cetera, i have dabbled in my share of… um, not very legal things.

EXHIBIT A: i have accidentally shoplifted.

EXHIBIT B: i have graffitied (but it was for the good of the country).

EXHIBIT C: i have been carded three seperate times.

EXHIBIT D: i have defaced a few stop signs.