Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Someone vomited behind me on the bus the other day.
I don't like vomit. I find it absolutely disgusting, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. I never vomited much myself - when I was a child it was mainly from being car-sick. My dad is very barf-sensitive and used to throw up whenever he had to deal with me throwing up, which meant that we would end up having vomit-fests in the bathroom. Or at the side of the road.
When in college, we used to get unbelievably drunk on Friday afternoons. We'd hang around bars downtown when our lessons were finished and they would cater very well for students who would have nothing more pressing to spend their grants on than beer and, well, beer. There would be the traditional happy hours and ten for the price of five-deals, and even the golden wheel of fortune. Towards evening we would stagger home, usually in groups - those of us who lived in the same area would get the same bus, where we'd be infuriatingly noisy - or fall asleep. A girl I knew once barfed in her bag, because she didn't want to do it on the floor - it cost her a fortune because she eventually had to replace the college-books that she threw up on.
In tenth grade, when we were about 15-16 years old, my class and I went on a school-trip to Holland, where we were sailing the canals. We quickly met a large German group on board two boats, who would follow the same route. After only a couple of days we decided to have barf-competitions every day, which were very basic: who would have the most instances of throwing up on their boat? Repeat offenders would not count, it was only every new barf of the day that would be entered into the competition. We won. Every bloody day. At the end of the trip the Germans had been prohibited from talking to us and we could not get together when we were on land.
I never threw up during that entire trip though. My career within drunken vomiting came late in life. And at very inappropriate times such as: the night before my mum's 50th birthday and the night before my dad's 60th birthday. The number of times I have vomited through excessive drunkenness can actually be counted on, well, yes - one hand.
So hearing someone barfing behind me made me feel slightly apprehensive. But at least he had a little plastic bag which he did it into. And no, I don't think he was ill, as such, given the fact that it was 9 in the morning and he was drinking beer.
On a lighter note and entirely unrelated (well, in my opinion, anyway): I have now heard the new Radiohead-single which I really like and seen the video which I like even more. I think I need to hear it again (preferably without accompanying video) before I can say how I really feel about it. I always really want to like Radiohead tracks, but sometimes it is difficult... Oh, and that White Stripes-thing that I surprised myself by liking (Seven Nation Army), has faded completely on me: probably a case of overexposure, but now it just annoys me. Sounds too much like Cure. Only Cure should sound like Cure. Never really liked the White Stripes anyway. But their web-site is cool.
And I heard that 'Hail to the Thief' is a pun? But I don't get it? Help?
I don't like vomit. I find it absolutely disgusting, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. I never vomited much myself - when I was a child it was mainly from being car-sick. My dad is very barf-sensitive and used to throw up whenever he had to deal with me throwing up, which meant that we would end up having vomit-fests in the bathroom. Or at the side of the road.
When in college, we used to get unbelievably drunk on Friday afternoons. We'd hang around bars downtown when our lessons were finished and they would cater very well for students who would have nothing more pressing to spend their grants on than beer and, well, beer. There would be the traditional happy hours and ten for the price of five-deals, and even the golden wheel of fortune. Towards evening we would stagger home, usually in groups - those of us who lived in the same area would get the same bus, where we'd be infuriatingly noisy - or fall asleep. A girl I knew once barfed in her bag, because she didn't want to do it on the floor - it cost her a fortune because she eventually had to replace the college-books that she threw up on.
In tenth grade, when we were about 15-16 years old, my class and I went on a school-trip to Holland, where we were sailing the canals. We quickly met a large German group on board two boats, who would follow the same route. After only a couple of days we decided to have barf-competitions every day, which were very basic: who would have the most instances of throwing up on their boat? Repeat offenders would not count, it was only every new barf of the day that would be entered into the competition. We won. Every bloody day. At the end of the trip the Germans had been prohibited from talking to us and we could not get together when we were on land.
I never threw up during that entire trip though. My career within drunken vomiting came late in life. And at very inappropriate times such as: the night before my mum's 50th birthday and the night before my dad's 60th birthday. The number of times I have vomited through excessive drunkenness can actually be counted on, well, yes - one hand.
So hearing someone barfing behind me made me feel slightly apprehensive. But at least he had a little plastic bag which he did it into. And no, I don't think he was ill, as such, given the fact that it was 9 in the morning and he was drinking beer.
On a lighter note and entirely unrelated (well, in my opinion, anyway): I have now heard the new Radiohead-single which I really like and seen the video which I like even more. I think I need to hear it again (preferably without accompanying video) before I can say how I really feel about it. I always really want to like Radiohead tracks, but sometimes it is difficult... Oh, and that White Stripes-thing that I surprised myself by liking (Seven Nation Army), has faded completely on me: probably a case of overexposure, but now it just annoys me. Sounds too much like Cure. Only Cure should sound like Cure. Never really liked the White Stripes anyway. But their web-site is cool.
And I heard that 'Hail to the Thief' is a pun? But I don't get it? Help?
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