i'm a creep

i did barely any work today. don't have a lot to say, but i would like to post a conversation jeana and i had about the nightly festival under my window (i live above the popular entrance to the big freshmen - ie, party - dorms, so it's a constant party on the lawn, too):

poetsego: whoa. totally offkey rendition of radiohead's creep on the lawn
fletchfightermop: weirdos. throw shit. literal shit.
poetsego: sometimes i wonder if i love this or hate it
fletchfightermop: a little bit of both. that's the sarah lawrence experience.
poetsego: complete with guitar strumming. there's a bunch of them. it's a choir
fletchfightermop: nice. it's probably the vocal minority [name of the all-male a capella group on campus. cute huh?].
poetsego: nope females
fletchfightermop: ew.
poetsego: drunk maybe
fletchfightermop: i hate girls.
poetsego: creeeeeeeeeep
fletchfightermop: i'm a loser...
poetsego: weeeeeeerrrrrdoooo. what the heeelllllllll am i doing heeeerrrreeee?
fletchfightermop: hahahahaha. sometimes i enjoy living at hill house [quiet housing. plus no lawn. and few freshmen or women].
poetsego: it stopped thank the good lord
fletchfightermop: now throw the shit.
poetsego: now just general weirdness
fletchfightermop: [are they] screaming?
poetsego: animated voices that carry well for the most part
fletchfightermop: screechers.
poetsego: now they're singing something else that's harder to sing and therefore more offkey

note: the offkey singing of obscure songs, complete with guitar strumming, by hippie girls, who are probably high given how mellow they are, continues as i write this.