a continuation

kate is rubing her eyes and staring wantonly at her computer screen.

"i'm tirrr--eeeeedd!" she drones out.

i, on the other hand, am just beginnign to feel the rush of a sugar high induced by some sort of packaged beverae that i chose to drink. it had been sickly sweet, but it was warm and made my toes tingle. at the time, it seemed like a good thing. however, the bounce bounce bounce of my body must have been getting slightly annoying.

"look man, you're..." kate struggles for words, even though we both know what she's going to say.

in the meantime, i keep up with the bounce bounce bounce that is forcing her to look for the right adjective.

"you're weird." she finally spits out.

"oh yeah?"

bounce bounce bounce

"is that so?" i ask her. "just because you hate me in my imitation calvin klein jeans! you're such a ripoff!"

my brain prods me. "ripoff? are you sure that's the word you wanted?" i try it again, outloud, and it comes out slightly garbled.

kate and i collapse into hysterics as i begin to quote random back to the future lines.

night life in a dorm. can it get any better? or any more random?