scene, party ... a forestry party..
crush #2? yep, he's here.. i see him.. i am presently in my 16th hour of the 30 hour famine, it is saint patricks day and i have had 2 beer and am tanked.
*i walk over to sober crush*
me * you make me sweaty in the crotch*- ah hmm *giggles* ah.. hey.
crush *raises eyebrow*- sup
me * i quiver when you shiver, damn his lips are so..* - so what are you drinking?
crush*takes sip*- guiness.
me*god, help me.. oh god .. * - cool.
*i walk away*
conversation number 2
me*interrupts*- you like curling?
crush- i love it.
me * curling is so boring*- curling is so boring *shit did i just say that?*
crush- i love it
wow, i really dont even know what to do.. i think im insane..
ok onto something more interesting
me and sally did the 30 hour famine.. but it started at 9 in the morning.. i hadnt eaten since 3pm the day before.. so i woke up and was like fack im so so so late for class.. so i grabbed a piece of toast..
bad idea.. i was famished by noon.. it sucked anus.
so the next day we were supposed to meet the rest of the faminers and eat. free food we were game.. hello.
so, we were told to go to the sub ballroom.. which we do.. and we find a stage.. and people sitting down at a talbe.. i was like um.. sal.. what the hell is a stage there for..
i push sally towards the people " askkkk"
sally- so hey *crowd of people stop talking*.. um.. so what are you guys... doing?
girl- we are waiting for the dj, i guess he is a little late, did you want to sign up to sing
sally- i dont sing *sally looks at me, i hold in laughter*.. i think we are in the wrong place
girl- *looks at both me and sally* Oooooooooooooooh you guys are here for African night!
sally *slow blink at girl's stupid assumption*- no. we are here for the 30 hour famine
girl- omygod! well this is unb idol! hahah
so we left to the office.. laughing down the stairs.. snorting..
after asking the guy we finally get to the place about a half hour later.. we walk in we are complete outsiders
so picture this, we are eating i dont care to meet anyone i just want to eat damnit.. and this guy is on the couch and he says randomly out of the blue .. i guess we were talking about shyness.. and this random guy says in a stern im a psycho voice
- i HATE it when people say im SHY.. i HATE IT i do whatever the hell i want whenever i want. and if God doesnt like that then he can change me. *continues mumbling*
*everyone ignores crazy focker i laugh and look at sally who clearly didnt hear*
*whisper*-sally listen to this crazy guy *sally nods*
then we go on to talk about kilts and how hilarious they are..
crazy guy then says:
i dont know, when i see a guy with a kilt i think he is gay
christian guy says nicely- well maybe thats just jumping to conclusions
crazy- i SAID.. i THINK.
*me fed up decides to be a bitch sally looks at me and goes shhhhh knowing my personality.. *
*excited curious face*- so you are homophobic?
crazy- NO, but if a guy touches me softly i'll say get away form me you SOB
*i burst into laughter*- are you serious?
crazy- YES *really angry*
*me laughing more.. sally begging me to stop*
then a nice girl changed the subject.. then me and sally bounced.. it was a good time.