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got to see tom (and his frat house) on saturday at lehigh, that was pretty awesome. i guessed manlove's 5K time to the second and i ran pretty well. my time still sucked but it was a lot better than last week. excellent.
so saturday night just convinced me more to never, ever hang out with girls. toni and laura wanted to dress me up like a girl and hang out with their friends, and i hesitantly agreed. after my post-meet shower toni picked me up and we went back to laura's house. all of my clothes were laura's, and they tried to get me to wear pointy stilettos, but i couldn't walk in them so i wore birkenstocks instead. toni did my make up and attempted to do my hair, but it didn't look good. at all. so, we went to their friend's apartment over in continental court and i had to listen to 6 girls tell drunken stories. after 57349857439 phone calls we learned that the lacrosse party we were going to go to in the university courtyards was broken up.
"let's go to lincoln!"
oh god, we're dead.
lincoln and madison are where all the football players live. they're all black. once again, i have nothing against black people, but i felt so effing awkward at that party i just wanted to walk the 2+ miles home in the snow. one kid i know from track was djing, and the place was completely dark save for a blue light bulb that was behind a couch and a red light bulb from the kitchen. toni was so drunk she just shrieked the whole time as she hung all over the black guys, but thankfully laura didn't leave my side. we had to take two cars to get there, but the driver of the 2nd car drank. i was sober.
around 1:30 the girls in the 2nd car wanted to leave, and they were ready to drive drunk in the snow. i grabbed the keys out of the girl's hand and asked them where they wanted to go. we drove to manuel street (TO THE HOUSE WHERE I ALMOST RENTED FOR NEXT YEAR) for the back-up lacrosse party. as soon as we walked in the girls did that shuffle-with-your-hands-up-and-shriek-loudly-over-to-your-boy-toy thing and left me hanging. one of the guys on the team who i see in the fieldhouse all the time came up to me and said "you don't look too happy." we made small talk for about 20 minutes, discussed how i'm really effing lucky that i'm NOT living in that house next year, and then i peaced out.
fucking girls. i came home totally sober, smelling like cigarettes, wearing uncomfortable clothing, and annoyed.
so saturday night just convinced me more to never, ever hang out with girls. toni and laura wanted to dress me up like a girl and hang out with their friends, and i hesitantly agreed. after my post-meet shower toni picked me up and we went back to laura's house. all of my clothes were laura's, and they tried to get me to wear pointy stilettos, but i couldn't walk in them so i wore birkenstocks instead. toni did my make up and attempted to do my hair, but it didn't look good. at all. so, we went to their friend's apartment over in continental court and i had to listen to 6 girls tell drunken stories. after 57349857439 phone calls we learned that the lacrosse party we were going to go to in the university courtyards was broken up.
"let's go to lincoln!"
oh god, we're dead.
lincoln and madison are where all the football players live. they're all black. once again, i have nothing against black people, but i felt so effing awkward at that party i just wanted to walk the 2+ miles home in the snow. one kid i know from track was djing, and the place was completely dark save for a blue light bulb that was behind a couch and a red light bulb from the kitchen. toni was so drunk she just shrieked the whole time as she hung all over the black guys, but thankfully laura didn't leave my side. we had to take two cars to get there, but the driver of the 2nd car drank. i was sober.
around 1:30 the girls in the 2nd car wanted to leave, and they were ready to drive drunk in the snow. i grabbed the keys out of the girl's hand and asked them where they wanted to go. we drove to manuel street (TO THE HOUSE WHERE I ALMOST RENTED FOR NEXT YEAR) for the back-up lacrosse party. as soon as we walked in the girls did that shuffle-with-your-hands-up-and-shriek-loudly-over-to-your-boy-toy thing and left me hanging. one of the guys on the team who i see in the fieldhouse all the time came up to me and said "you don't look too happy." we made small talk for about 20 minutes, discussed how i'm really effing lucky that i'm NOT living in that house next year, and then i peaced out.
fucking girls. i came home totally sober, smelling like cigarettes, wearing uncomfortable clothing, and annoyed.