spring fling

yesterday started at 5:30am, when i woke up to crank out the last two pages of a final paper. it was about mediation between lived and simulated experiences in television and joseph kosuth’s titled (art as idea as idea).  that sounds kind of nebulous but i think (well, hope) the paper pulls it together.  i often think that i am more understandable than i really am to a reader; well, i guess everyone thinks it all makes sense when they’re writing papers.  

hardly had time to put together my presentation for french class, so i kind of winged it.  it was admittedly really awful, and i wasn’t proud of it.  i had to show up 20 minutes late because of another make-up class and i found out that i’d read the wrong version of the book for my presentation.  the other thing that seemed to turn things around for that class was, at the very end of section, madame came up to me and handed back my paper (which i turned in a day late…) and told me she wanted to nominate me for some prize.  i thought she was joking.  i had just thrown together a crappy presentation in broken french that was mostly me showing a movie to the class, and i had just turned in this crappy paper an entire day late, and she was telling me that i had done something right.  go figure.  

i went back to the suite, where i found chris and some others already started to pregame for spring fling with some ypmb kids.  it wasn’t even 12:30.  when kebra said she needed the common room from 11:30 - 12:15 or so, i thought she meant pm.  why am i so surprised. 

was horribly tired but instead i decided to clean my room.  then evan came over and we bought eurail tickets.  i didn’t fall asleep because afterwards, we went to g31 to hang out a bit before spring fling.  i wish i had fallen asleep earlier, because i just had no energy at the concert and had to take it in.  it was pretty funny to see greg in just boxers.  and it appears that our anthem this year is (for no apparent reason at all) ingrid michaelson’s “you and i,” so we all sang that as loud as we could without getting our “sorry asses” yelled at.  and this was the day we discovered evan’s operatic ability.  surprise!  

something that has always surprised me about spring fling is how much people conform to a certain “spring fling style.”  i really don’t understand how this single event justifies dressing in a certain way different than how one usually dresses.  and what i mean is, people go out and buy neon colored pinnies and fake ray-bans and it all looks like a remake of safety dance.  i saw a girl wearing a fur vest and white short shorts with a pinny underneath and i really was just so confused, because she normally dresses differently.  i think what is most strange is how people dress all the same — almost everyone is in bro caps and pinnies and neon and ray bans.  but why is that necessarily the style?  and why follow a style in the first place?  people try so hard!  

in a nutshell, passion pit was bad.  t-pain may have been worse.  and i didn’t get to see 3lau because i was sleeping.  the first was bad because there was no energy and the lead either can’t sing in reality or just was trying to save his voice for another performance, because i hardly heard him.  t-pain was bad because he doesn’t have any of his own songs to perform, so he spent the evening just playing clips of other people’s songs and autotuning over them.  at the very least, he didn’t say anything about wall street like some of the artists had in year’s past.  

at that point i went to bed because i was had gotten up at 5:30am and just couldn’t stand up anymore let alone dance in a mosh pit.  i also just felt bad  over how physically tired i felt.  i went to sleep from about 8pm to midnight, when i woke up again and saw that other people were just getting ready to go to toad’s.