Twizzlers and Tainted Love
I dont even know what to say, except here at am once again up when i should not be, on a shcool night, of course. its 10-53 and i am fucking SHOT do you understand me? Alright I have this english book to read right? its not even a bad book, i actually like it, in fact i like it a lot, so its not even hard to read however ive been tackling these last 130pages since 7:30pm and im still not done. I have 5 left. So why the hell not stop right in the sight of the finish and type on Livejournal? What would Susie do?
Probably grab my ass.
So relay was pretty grand. Saturday justin arrived at something or other... 12? ish. Whatever. and we chilled and whatnot until 3 when i was supposed to go up and help with stuff for leadership. instead i helped justin set up our massive tent. which is massive btw. we had 2 lots/sites/whatever and it was glorious, we had the big massive tent on one side, the "sleeping"/sex tent on the other, and a nice ring of chairs in the middle. it was great, in the middle of a forest of tents, there is our site, an opening of space and wonderfulness. so yeah, there was jess walking around in a bathing suit top showing off her 50 cent purple rose tattoo that justin bought her, and shirtless boys playing frisbee.. SOME OF WHICH. SHOULD NOT, AND NEVER AGAIN SHOULD, BE PLAYING FRISBEE SHIRTLESS, i rather appreciate not being blinded thank you very much. i dont know, the time flew by very quickly. i will admit that i spent the entire first half of the night almost with ashok, mostly because he is addicting because he is me and i am addicting since... (therefore he is addicting) ..... who wouldnt love hanging out with an alsmot perfect clone of yourself ? its pretty cool, trust me. lots of laughing and singing. bad singing, but THATS TOO DAMN BAD.
There was at one point this game. Is it a game? Can it be considered a game? I do not think so. It was too ridiculous. Alright ehres what it was. You take Twizzlers. And you whip them at each other. Bare skin or through clothes, itll work. Open skin creates the greatest effect though. You think Im kidding. I am fuckin serious. Our whole tent sat there tearing at a bag of Twizzlers and repeated WHIPPED each other with the things. You can not imagine how it hurts to be whipped hard with a Twizzler. Looks are deceiving. Those little bastards HURT. You sit there laughing at the first person who gets whipped as they whine in pain, oh how whimpy, and then suddently BAM someone lashes you across the thigh and you screech in shock and horror AS A WELT APPEARS INSTANTLY WHERE THE DELICIOUS CANDY/SNACK (wtf is twizzlers considered?) ANNIHILATED YOUR SKIN. So yeah the tent erupted. No one was safe. You just had to do it at least once for the hell of it.. but then youd get hit byu someone, which meant you needed your goddamn revenge so you lash out again, and get hit again, and tehere goes the cycle of pain.
I have 3 purple lines on my leg. These were the only marks that lasted until now.
Thank you Ashok you bastard.
And from 12 on i was attached to justin and we had fun and stuff. I had a sip of his energy drink, and realized that in the future, it is a good thing if i never have any ever again. justin is immune to energy drinks and caffiene apparently because hes weird. Mroning came eventually, and we drove back here and crashed from 7 to 11. Well, i woke up and showered then, he didnt get up unti llike 12/12:30. We had breakfast, lounged around sitll dead and tired, played Super Paper Mario, lounged aruond on each other still dead and tired, and then uh went to the mall at 5 to get bathing suits. we were in there for about 30minutes, came back here at 6:30 and he left and i ate chinese food and started reading which completes this entry. wonderful.
Probably grab my ass.
So relay was pretty grand. Saturday justin arrived at something or other... 12? ish. Whatever. and we chilled and whatnot until 3 when i was supposed to go up and help with stuff for leadership. instead i helped justin set up our massive tent. which is massive btw. we had 2 lots/sites/whatever and it was glorious, we had the big massive tent on one side, the "sleeping"/sex tent on the other, and a nice ring of chairs in the middle. it was great, in the middle of a forest of tents, there is our site, an opening of space and wonderfulness. so yeah, there was jess walking around in a bathing suit top showing off her 50 cent purple rose tattoo that justin bought her, and shirtless boys playing frisbee.. SOME OF WHICH. SHOULD NOT, AND NEVER AGAIN SHOULD, BE PLAYING FRISBEE SHIRTLESS, i rather appreciate not being blinded thank you very much. i dont know, the time flew by very quickly. i will admit that i spent the entire first half of the night almost with ashok, mostly because he is addicting because he is me and i am addicting since... (therefore he is addicting) ..... who wouldnt love hanging out with an alsmot perfect clone of yourself ? its pretty cool, trust me. lots of laughing and singing. bad singing, but THATS TOO DAMN BAD.
There was at one point this game. Is it a game? Can it be considered a game? I do not think so. It was too ridiculous. Alright ehres what it was. You take Twizzlers. And you whip them at each other. Bare skin or through clothes, itll work. Open skin creates the greatest effect though. You think Im kidding. I am fuckin serious. Our whole tent sat there tearing at a bag of Twizzlers and repeated WHIPPED each other with the things. You can not imagine how it hurts to be whipped hard with a Twizzler. Looks are deceiving. Those little bastards HURT. You sit there laughing at the first person who gets whipped as they whine in pain, oh how whimpy, and then suddently BAM someone lashes you across the thigh and you screech in shock and horror AS A WELT APPEARS INSTANTLY WHERE THE DELICIOUS CANDY/SNACK (wtf is twizzlers considered?) ANNIHILATED YOUR SKIN. So yeah the tent erupted. No one was safe. You just had to do it at least once for the hell of it.. but then youd get hit byu someone, which meant you needed your goddamn revenge so you lash out again, and get hit again, and tehere goes the cycle of pain.
I have 3 purple lines on my leg. These were the only marks that lasted until now.
Thank you Ashok you bastard.
And from 12 on i was attached to justin and we had fun and stuff. I had a sip of his energy drink, and realized that in the future, it is a good thing if i never have any ever again. justin is immune to energy drinks and caffiene apparently because hes weird. Mroning came eventually, and we drove back here and crashed from 7 to 11. Well, i woke up and showered then, he didnt get up unti llike 12/12:30. We had breakfast, lounged around sitll dead and tired, played Super Paper Mario, lounged aruond on each other still dead and tired, and then uh went to the mall at 5 to get bathing suits. we were in there for about 30minutes, came back here at 6:30 and he left and i ate chinese food and started reading which completes this entry. wonderful.