With 200 balloons, we had to do something with the 150 that weren't strung on the wall or placed on the table. So we threw them down in the new, just-varnished atrium, and played slow-mo volleyball with them. That burned enough time until 1am, when we then pulled out a hardcore gamer's X-Box. I had again surpassed my record on self-wasting.
I can't remember the name, but I was like HALO- totally violent, but it's the type of raunchy material the Army loves to hear about- Can you believe that the point and shoot techniques in HALO actually help real-life gunmanship? So curfew was 1:45, then 2, then 2:15. By the time I was asleep,and small-talking about sometimes hateful people at school it was 3.