mawhembiethuh?
Oct. 14th, 2001 11:54![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ursamajor9:40 am: Bagpipes start blaring "God Bless America."
9:45 am: Hundreds of people start cheering. Someone announces on the PA about a marathon. I assume they're talking about my sleep marathon, and that I'm really still asleep and dreaming, and attempt to go back to bed.
9:50 am: A loud bass belts out the Star Spangled Banner.
9:55 am: They blast Gettin' Jiggy Wit It over the PA. This is just the *beginning* of the "inspirational songs for runners" mix--over the next couple of hours, even more music is blasted towards my window, including a crapload of overly bright and cheesy uber-patriotic songs.
11:57 am: I'm still cranky because I haven't gotten to go back to sleep because of the stupid marathoners and other loud annoying people outside my window since 9:40 am this morning when I haven't been to bed before 4 am the last two nights.
BAH.
texts from me to angela:
* hon, it's a VERY GOOD THING you stayed at ingrid's last night
* i got woken up at 9:30 am by BAGPIPES blaring god bless america
* and then hundreds of people cheering
* and a very.loud.bass belting out the national anthem
* and now they're blasting "gettin' jiggy wit' it." OVER SPEAKERS.
before that, though: emily is my hero, driving through downtown boston traffic! she and mel and i went down to new haven friday night to hang out with christina and michelle and party with actually hot med students, indeed! "you're right. the hallway IS naked!" and then last night, back in boston, taking over the cottonwood for girly night with ingrid and sarah and dania and angela and susannah and dreux and bianca (and brent and yamuel and dan).
and iming with grace (get yourself up to boston soon, hon!) and mak!
10/08/2006: Five years later, I'm sitting on my old front stoop, at around the same buttcrack-of-dawn hour, waiting for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hyounpark to cross the finish line on this same half-marathon. Good god, how things change.
9:45 am: Hundreds of people start cheering. Someone announces on the PA about a marathon. I assume they're talking about my sleep marathon, and that I'm really still asleep and dreaming, and attempt to go back to bed.
9:50 am: A loud bass belts out the Star Spangled Banner.
9:55 am: They blast Gettin' Jiggy Wit It over the PA. This is just the *beginning* of the "inspirational songs for runners" mix--over the next couple of hours, even more music is blasted towards my window, including a crapload of overly bright and cheesy uber-patriotic songs.
11:57 am: I'm still cranky because I haven't gotten to go back to sleep because of the stupid marathoners and other loud annoying people outside my window since 9:40 am this morning when I haven't been to bed before 4 am the last two nights.
BAH.
texts from me to angela:
* hon, it's a VERY GOOD THING you stayed at ingrid's last night
* i got woken up at 9:30 am by BAGPIPES blaring god bless america
* and then hundreds of people cheering
* and a very.loud.bass belting out the national anthem
* and now they're blasting "gettin' jiggy wit' it." OVER SPEAKERS.
before that, though: emily is my hero, driving through downtown boston traffic! she and mel and i went down to new haven friday night to hang out with christina and michelle and party with actually hot med students, indeed! "you're right. the hallway IS naked!" and then last night, back in boston, taking over the cottonwood for girly night with ingrid and sarah and dania and angela and susannah and dreux and bianca (and brent and yamuel and dan).
and iming with grace (get yourself up to boston soon, hon!) and mak!
10/08/2006: Five years later, I'm sitting on my old front stoop, at around the same buttcrack-of-dawn hour, waiting for
hyounpark to cross the finish line on this same half-marathon. Good god, how things change.
