Prosh It

Did Prosh yesterday/this morning. No sleep for just over 30 hours. Not quite my record of 36 hours (flying from Thailand to Singapore to home compounded by my inability to sleep on planes/in public places) but a close one. Additionally, there was physical movement involved so I think that 30 hours is more like 40 hours.

I think my favourite part of the night/day was probably lying on the swing seat at Laura's house, coughing up my lungs, and talking to Laura, Luke and Travis (while Meg was passed out on the couch inside...). I like talking to those guys and I like the talking thing. I like when it's peaceful and nighttime and you can actually hear each other properly.

Later, when we were at the "rave," I asked Laura if she liked clubbing. She said she hates it. I asked her why she goes so much then... She said to hang out with her friends. Which I don't understand. I feel hanging out with friends is so much better when you can sit down, chill for hours, have a small dance party in your private kitchen and have easy access to food/bevvies (that are not being charged for exorbitant prices).

Spending this morning tagging along with a bunch of random, drunk engineering students (honestly, I don't even know their names or how anyone knew them or what was going on. I kind of just wandered after Laura in a daze) and trying to sell Proshes to randoms at the bus station, I keep thinking... I overthink everything way too much. Dressed up with a stupid rainbow afro on my head and a face full of paint, I felt a total lack of inhibition as I tried to pawn off my Proshes to anyone who had the nerve to walk past me. I high-fived randoms (oh God, germs) and talked so much shit without caring what people thought of me. Why can't I live my entire life like this?

It sucks. I need to wear a clown costume every day of the week.

J