Tonsilitis and other Happenings...
Last Saturday it snowed here on campus. And with snow comes a snow party. All of our usual drinkers from this year and last turned out. It was indeed a good showing. Originally not wanting to drink and get fucked up I was promptly talked into taking several shots accompanied with a few delicious mixed drinks.-] At about 2am we decided it was time for a trip to the spot to get some munchies. As were walking up the hill Petey aka Drunkasaurus Rex accosts this group of kids attempting to make a giant snow man by threatening to "Take that fucker out". They didn’t look happy.
We go to the spot, smoke cigs, and get food. Giggling belligerently, we start walking across our little field and start to come up over this little hill when Ryan aka Tard Balls babbles something about us all yelling at the top of our lungs. Why? Because were all severely intoxicated. That’s why. So of course, without hesitation we let out this somewhat yell more like shout only to be met with a deafening battle cry. Now standing on top of this hill a group of about 30 kids lets out a raging Brave Heart battle cry and begin racing up the hill firing snowballs at us. Not just a few snow balls, an arsenal. :-O Were getting pelted with these spherical balls of ice and pain from all directions, I dropped my chips somewhere and I know Farkas tried to hide behind a tree. Petey and Eddie tired to fight back but for the most part we attempt to shield our faces and get back to the door without injury.
Once inside, everyone is buzzing with ideas for revenge and sneak attacks ect... We end up drinking a lot more then rolling down a big hill in the snow. It was a surprising turn of events but a good time none the less. ^_^ Petey puked hahaha.
So, Sunday morning I wake up with my first thoughts being on sledding out in this glorious snow we just got, and possibly finding some of those douche bags to berate with snowballs. Unfortunately I discover that my throat is all sorts of fucked and I can only eat ice chips and yogurt for the next two days. Thinking its from all the smoking we’ve been doing the past few days, or maybe that I was out all night in the cold I tried to tough it out, hoping it would just go away. Obviously it doesn’t and I have one of those "I’m dying" moments in which I called my Mother to make me a Doctor appointment.
Now I have to get my tonsils out. The Doctor wants me to get them out as soon as possible but my mother wants me to wait until the summer so I can be all shitty and unable to talk over the few greatest months of the year. >:-[While in the office the doctor explained "Getting your tonsils out is a major surgery. It’s not like when you’re a little kid and its all ice cream and popsicles. It’s much harder as an adult. I had mine out when I was 'o.... 19. It was one of the worst experiences of my life". AGH! I’m 19. Bitch.
So... Tonsils out soon. Bummer. The snow party was awesome. :-]
We go to the spot, smoke cigs, and get food. Giggling belligerently, we start walking across our little field and start to come up over this little hill when Ryan aka Tard Balls babbles something about us all yelling at the top of our lungs. Why? Because were all severely intoxicated. That’s why. So of course, without hesitation we let out this somewhat yell more like shout only to be met with a deafening battle cry. Now standing on top of this hill a group of about 30 kids lets out a raging Brave Heart battle cry and begin racing up the hill firing snowballs at us. Not just a few snow balls, an arsenal. :-O Were getting pelted with these spherical balls of ice and pain from all directions, I dropped my chips somewhere and I know Farkas tried to hide behind a tree. Petey and Eddie tired to fight back but for the most part we attempt to shield our faces and get back to the door without injury.
Once inside, everyone is buzzing with ideas for revenge and sneak attacks ect... We end up drinking a lot more then rolling down a big hill in the snow. It was a surprising turn of events but a good time none the less. ^_^ Petey puked hahaha.
So, Sunday morning I wake up with my first thoughts being on sledding out in this glorious snow we just got, and possibly finding some of those douche bags to berate with snowballs. Unfortunately I discover that my throat is all sorts of fucked and I can only eat ice chips and yogurt for the next two days. Thinking its from all the smoking we’ve been doing the past few days, or maybe that I was out all night in the cold I tried to tough it out, hoping it would just go away. Obviously it doesn’t and I have one of those "I’m dying" moments in which I called my Mother to make me a Doctor appointment.
Now I have to get my tonsils out. The Doctor wants me to get them out as soon as possible but my mother wants me to wait until the summer so I can be all shitty and unable to talk over the few greatest months of the year. >:-[While in the office the doctor explained "Getting your tonsils out is a major surgery. It’s not like when you’re a little kid and its all ice cream and popsicles. It’s much harder as an adult. I had mine out when I was 'o.... 19. It was one of the worst experiences of my life". AGH! I’m 19. Bitch.
So... Tonsils out soon. Bummer. The snow party was awesome. :-]