bad shoe luck
I dunno what it is about me and white shoes, but regardless of what I buy, they're always dirty within a few days of purchase. I wore the new Huaraches to play a couple days ago, but I wore ankle socks, and some combination of those and the newness of the shoes caused some chafing. Not too big a deal, except for the blood, and the resulting blood stain on the mesh of what are otherwise perfectly white shoes. This is just like when I got those Shox and promptly splattered puke on them after drinking too much. The Wedges have some stains on them now too, the results of wading through the aftermath of a ridiculous hail storm that left many cars dented and with shattered mirrors or head/tail lights. I also stepped on a giant, juicy piece of gum with them about 10 minutes after putting them on, but I pulled that off barehanded, cause I'm hardcore like that.
We started an Assassins game within the frat starting Tuesday at 12:00 am. For those unfamiliar with the game, basically there are a set number of partners, and everyone has to wear something stupid, in this case a red headband patterned after Rambo. The headband acts as your immunity, and the point of the game is to try and catch your targets without it on and then shoot them with the crappy little water guns provided, which counts as a kill. There were 12 teams total, and each team is assigned a target, and those are the only people you can kill, so there's a lot of mind games going on, trying to figure out who's going after who, etc. Anyway, at about 2:30 pm, I'm on my way to class, and I've decided that not looking gay is more important than winning, so I'm not wearing mine. I get killed at about 2:32. For the record, I'm the best assassins player ever.
Today was the annual DSP camping trip, and my last opportunity as a senior, so I went even though I'm not a big fan of sleeping on the ground. We got there late, but we made some damn good burgers and hot dogs, and then nearly killed ourselves trying to light some lanterns and start the fire. There's not much to do at night but tell stories and watch drunk people make fools of themselves, but it still ended up surprisingly fun. Also there was a handle of this amazing mango rum which went down like fruit juice, and mixed well with everyone else too. I was literally chugging straight from the bottle like it was a Gatorade, and I don't even like rum straight up. I need to find out what that was...
We started an Assassins game within the frat starting Tuesday at 12:00 am. For those unfamiliar with the game, basically there are a set number of partners, and everyone has to wear something stupid, in this case a red headband patterned after Rambo. The headband acts as your immunity, and the point of the game is to try and catch your targets without it on and then shoot them with the crappy little water guns provided, which counts as a kill. There were 12 teams total, and each team is assigned a target, and those are the only people you can kill, so there's a lot of mind games going on, trying to figure out who's going after who, etc. Anyway, at about 2:30 pm, I'm on my way to class, and I've decided that not looking gay is more important than winning, so I'm not wearing mine. I get killed at about 2:32. For the record, I'm the best assassins player ever.
Today was the annual DSP camping trip, and my last opportunity as a senior, so I went even though I'm not a big fan of sleeping on the ground. We got there late, but we made some damn good burgers and hot dogs, and then nearly killed ourselves trying to light some lanterns and start the fire. There's not much to do at night but tell stories and watch drunk people make fools of themselves, but it still ended up surprisingly fun. Also there was a handle of this amazing mango rum which went down like fruit juice, and mixed well with everyone else too. I was literally chugging straight from the bottle like it was a Gatorade, and I don't even like rum straight up. I need to find out what that was...