Okey, it's time for a full report. Lol. First of all it's a Saturday night, and I'm all alone in my room, listening, singing, and dancing to the most awesome Footloose soundtrack. 80's music is soo bouncy! Haha. I've had a good, but stressful past week. I shall now extrapolate, lol.
Last Saturday night my friend Taryn and I went to a party for a rugby guy's b-day. The rugby guys weren't there yet as they were driving drunk and haphazardly back from a game in Oregon. 6 hours of drinking...as if that wasn't bad a cop stopped them and talked to them, and the most drunk of all of them got them out of any trouble. He later puked in the van...ewwey! So the party's a lil' lame since we know no one. Then the rugby guys come to crash the party and take over...muahaha. They stumble in topless and only wearing shorts. Hehe. When we finally caught up with them Taryn's boyfriend assaulted me, picking me up and holding me in the air for like...5 minutes. I swear. (I'm giving you a story, I'm bored!) Anyway, drunk rugby guys like to sing and tackle eachother which is fun to watch until they descend upon you. That's when you push back and hard! lol. Brian, Taryn's boyfriend decides its time to leave, so...I grab Joe's hand and tell him I'm taking him home. (Did I mention Joe is the guy I like...and hey, his ride left him anyway!) We get everyone in the car, Joe in the trunk...it's a hatchback, not like I'm stuffing him a stuffy trunk. We drive him home. He doesn't want to get out. "I'm going on an adventure!" He states. Fine then. Slam the trunk shut again. Driving back up to our dorms...lalala, getting everyone into Taryn and my suite. We decided to smoke shisha, had a few unexpected visitors, had all my cookies eaten, listened to some music. People dwindle out. I decide Brian and Taryn should have their 'special' time, so I pull Joe into my room. Long story (which already is long, lol) made short. He never went back home, and he didn't sleep on the floor...and he's a much better kisser than the last guy. That's my story...are you bored yet? hehe. How about part II later. Haha. OMG IT'S SATURDAY AND I'M HOME ALONE!! EEK!
Last Saturday night my friend Taryn and I went to a party for a rugby guy's b-day. The rugby guys weren't there yet as they were driving drunk and haphazardly back from a game in Oregon. 6 hours of drinking...as if that wasn't bad a cop stopped them and talked to them, and the most drunk of all of them got them out of any trouble. He later puked in the van...ewwey! So the party's a lil' lame since we know no one. Then the rugby guys come to crash the party and take over...muahaha. They stumble in topless and only wearing shorts. Hehe. When we finally caught up with them Taryn's boyfriend assaulted me, picking me up and holding me in the air for like...5 minutes. I swear. (I'm giving you a story, I'm bored!) Anyway, drunk rugby guys like to sing and tackle eachother which is fun to watch until they descend upon you. That's when you push back and hard! lol. Brian, Taryn's boyfriend decides its time to leave, so...I grab Joe's hand and tell him I'm taking him home. (Did I mention Joe is the guy I like...and hey, his ride left him anyway!) We get everyone in the car, Joe in the trunk...it's a hatchback, not like I'm stuffing him a stuffy trunk. We drive him home. He doesn't want to get out. "I'm going on an adventure!" He states. Fine then. Slam the trunk shut again. Driving back up to our dorms...lalala, getting everyone into Taryn and my suite. We decided to smoke shisha, had a few unexpected visitors, had all my cookies eaten, listened to some music. People dwindle out. I decide Brian and Taryn should have their 'special' time, so I pull Joe into my room. Long story (which already is long, lol) made short. He never went back home, and he didn't sleep on the floor...and he's a much better kisser than the last guy. That's my story...are you bored yet? hehe. How about part II later. Haha. OMG IT'S SATURDAY AND I'M HOME ALONE!! EEK!

1 Comments:
At 9:16 AM,
Lauren said…
Part 2? Ooh la la :P
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