drunk people + fireworks = funny

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Auto response from FF PaLaDiN UD: anyone want to go see fireworks with me...let me know before 8:30 pm

or else...i guess it will be a solo adventure...;-)

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i practiced sax, went home, went to church, sunday school was pretty cool, went back home to pick up some fruit, went back to dorm to grab whoever to go see fireworks.

...and the magical spot this year was the.....BIG PILE OF DIRT...aka the reservoir

(the past 2 years were, field house, perkins PG)

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here's a recap of my first visit to mt. newark (reservior)

1/14/04....

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"last night i climbed up a big pile of dirt....and i learned something cool...

stars make me smile...:-D

it was like standing on another planet...and watching the street lights change into sky..

it was so cool..that it didnt even seem that cold to me....perfect sky...perfect moment.....and i really needed it too...

i smiled the whole way home...enveloped in jazz...

it reminded me that sometimes its great not to be normal....:-D"


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anyhoo, i stopped at kmart to get toothpaste and a disposable camera (didnt end up using it though, pictures are overrated.) i got one of those reach flossers and i flossed all the way up the mound of dirt. i was the only one there initially, and i got there right when the works started flaring. it was the first time the sun was high enough for me to read the "no tresspassing sign"...lol. i didn't expect to see what i saw-- all around me were fireworks, some from pretty far away, it seemed. surround sound popping and whistling.

not too long, some drunk people came up with *their fireworks. it was entertaining to watch them fumble around with the fire and sparks. the insults were pretty funny too, at the same time it did kind of ruin the moment. eventually the field house fireworks started up and it was a great view. if the flares flew high enough you could actually see where it cut into the clouds.

i met one of the drunks, and we actually had pretty good conversation. he invited me to go drinking with him later, and told me a bit about his degree and what he was doing around newark (he's moving to minnesota in a few days for a job.) i told him about my dreams of making profound video games. he asked me why i was there by myself, and i just said that i didnt feel like being at a spot where there would be lots of people (and LOTS of traffic...the field house...lol.) he was very nice (his name was either tim or dan,) he even offerred me a yuengling, but after the show i disapeared and came back to my room.

the guy told me about the failure that the reservoir actually was, and we both agreed that we were glad it was there (for the sake of the spot.) imagine all the people who drive by it, but never venture atop.

i came back to my room and read this message

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someone: just wanted to say i really like how you are so independent- i wish more girls were like you
someone: more people even

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it was quite an adventure, reminding me of the PPG last year. my lil sister and her muddy feet.

this was written july 4th last year...

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"a tight group of friends...with countless adventures to share..u think im just joking...but it would be a dream come true...

i want to be able to start sprinting towards irrational impulse....(the kind that u cant stop to think about)...and not have to look back to see if ive left my friends behind...b/c id know they're running right along side with me....theyd feel it too...:-)...

...i think only then will i have finally found my place among people...."

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i ran accross the beach, just as the show was about to start. i didnt even look back to see if pete and the chinese posse were behind me. apparently, my little sister was the only one follow in my irrational impulse. i couldnt have even described my energy that night. atop the PPG i ran into justin and some of his friends, got invited to a party that year as well....eh, didnt go that time either...

:)

funnnnn...