sledding!
we went sledding last night... oh dang. it was so sweet, jilly and this friend of hers named chelsea or something, came over and we took a tray and two of their sleds out to North Lot and went sledding down into the cars. it was so great. jill picked up some guys, well... i guess picked up is too strong of a word... more like bumrushed them and begged them to come along. when we got to the hill there was this one lone guy out there sledding away on his mattress all by himself. he ended up being hilarious though so it was a great time. on the way back to our room we got into a snow fight outside buell with like thirty other people, it was sweet. five of us, all girls, took on and took out graceson. it was supposed to be a simulataneous clothesline from all of us, but it ended up more like a pelting of graceson with our not-so-tough, girly swings. after the snow fight, we threw an improptu party in our living room with the one guy who was left from the original group, justin, and the mattress guy, john. we hit up some hot chocolate and revenge of the nerds.
that john guy was funny but he shared a bit too much, too quickly, with total strangers... he told us, in a period of about twenty minutes, both that his stepmom is a gold-digging mail-order bride from russia who came with two criminal teenage children and also that his dad could only get an erection to fuck his mom when he pretended to rape her. whoaaa. it was too much information, dude. way too much. he ended up being in our room until something like 1:30 in the morning, i dont even know. by 10 to 1 i had crashed in bed because i was so tired.
come to think of it, john also shared that he's committed arson as well since after one of his friend's was raped he torched the rapist's car by dousing it with gasoline and lighting it on fire.
they could just be stories. nevertheless, even if they are--they're still great stories.
that john guy was funny but he shared a bit too much, too quickly, with total strangers... he told us, in a period of about twenty minutes, both that his stepmom is a gold-digging mail-order bride from russia who came with two criminal teenage children and also that his dad could only get an erection to fuck his mom when he pretended to rape her. whoaaa. it was too much information, dude. way too much. he ended up being in our room until something like 1:30 in the morning, i dont even know. by 10 to 1 i had crashed in bed because i was so tired.
come to think of it, john also shared that he's committed arson as well since after one of his friend's was raped he torched the rapist's car by dousing it with gasoline and lighting it on fire.
they could just be stories. nevertheless, even if they are--they're still great stories.