Friday night two cronies and myself pursued an active evening of entertainment.  First off we choreographed a single incident of random fruit terrorism/vandalism/whatever you want to call it.  It was exhilerating to say the least, to me it seemed almost like a scene out of A Clockwork Orange, a night out about town with my droogs.  Now all we need is a rival gang to have a clash with. After our excursion ended, we traversed the bar circuit and watched the nightly rituals of those prone to mass alcohol consumption.  Hopping up on the ledge overlooking two of the more populated clubs in town, we watched random idiots clamor to get in a single-file line for liquor ingestion or stumble out of the club in a possible drunken haze.  during the evening, an ambulance kept circling around the bars, supposedly to "be ready" whenever that certain student needed his/her stomach pumped.  policemen also patrolled the area throughout the night, but much to our disappointment, never made a raid.  There was only one fight, and not as much amusing drunken antics as we expected.  At one point during the night, a couple of girls being hazed by their respective sports team asked us if we would arm wrestle them, and after much trying to avoid the situation I gave in, if just to get them away from us.  they resembled crack-whores with their bizarre make-up jobs and painted flesh.  it was quite an...interesting ordeal to say the least. Last night i spent about an hour searching for a decent random chat partner on icq.  however, i've come to the conclusion that all people on icq are either old candian men, or teenage canadian boys.  it's depressing, because they're all ignorant or forty and looking for a wife.  i hope i don't end up like that...