1 night, and the ensuing adventures.
I started my day frantically trying to finish an econ assignment.
Then I went to a chinese restaurant with other first year cross country kids.
Came back, showered, and then it was $lum (cross country house) time.
Talked to a kid who I'd only ever talked to while he was blacked out. We had some good convo this time despite our mutual inebriation.
He and I decided to go to soccer house because cross country girls were raving about how bumping it was. Got there and it was 1 soccer player by himself watching Operation Swordfish. We get him and another sleeping soccer player to come back to the $lum with us. We watch Grandmas Boy for 20 mins, then the other xc guy and I head back to our dorms.
I make sure he gets back home fine (hes way far gone)
I peek into a lounge in passing, and see piles of clothes on the floor. Its the medieval re-enactment type kids celebrating St Patricks day, some of them sans-shirts. I listen to a heroic story of English/Irish privatiers from one especially dramatic young man. They offer me spirits, but I am in quite good shape. I then tell them of how the Icelanders took Irish slaves (especially royalty) and intermarried with them. I might in fact be of such descent. They give me props. I take my leave.
I continue along the south campus area. Peeking into a window, I see Joey Wendell. I join him and his friends, and much merry discussion ensues. We shoot the breeze, then he and I decide to return to our dorms. We chat along the way, then we say goodnights.
I come back, eat a sandwich, and type this shit.
Life is full of adventures.
Then I went to a chinese restaurant with other first year cross country kids.
Came back, showered, and then it was $lum (cross country house) time.
Talked to a kid who I'd only ever talked to while he was blacked out. We had some good convo this time despite our mutual inebriation.
He and I decided to go to soccer house because cross country girls were raving about how bumping it was. Got there and it was 1 soccer player by himself watching Operation Swordfish. We get him and another sleeping soccer player to come back to the $lum with us. We watch Grandmas Boy for 20 mins, then the other xc guy and I head back to our dorms.
I make sure he gets back home fine (hes way far gone)
I peek into a lounge in passing, and see piles of clothes on the floor. Its the medieval re-enactment type kids celebrating St Patricks day, some of them sans-shirts. I listen to a heroic story of English/Irish privatiers from one especially dramatic young man. They offer me spirits, but I am in quite good shape. I then tell them of how the Icelanders took Irish slaves (especially royalty) and intermarried with them. I might in fact be of such descent. They give me props. I take my leave.
I continue along the south campus area. Peeking into a window, I see Joey Wendell. I join him and his friends, and much merry discussion ensues. We shoot the breeze, then he and I decide to return to our dorms. We chat along the way, then we say goodnights.
I come back, eat a sandwich, and type this shit.
Life is full of adventures.