Aug 29, 2006 00:34
I did the Jello wrestling. Unfortunately, the girls didn't bite so I had to fight another man. Which eventually turned into a dogpile. It was as close to a three-guy, one-girl situation that I wish to be in...unless the chick was just fucking hot, of course;) I just hope Mike's next party (which will be in his new place) isn't a sausagefest like this one was. Still, it was easily the most bizarre one he's ever thrown.
Right now, I'm just in a holding pattern until next week. Until then, my goal is to keep myself from going insane. It appears that after an initial huff, Zach's gonna either draw this move-out as long as possible or, like he usually does, forget about things and stays. We've been hit with a cold snap as well as rain and it's going to be that way for tomorrow as well. I've been busy trying to make sure my money gets into Northeastern so my classes for fall won't be purged. Lastly, I just wish I could find a cup of hot chocolate, a fireplace and a big chair to lay in. Days like this just make me quiet and reflective.