Some Things

Hello. A lot of things have happened lately, but I haven't posted because of reasons. Here is a brief rundown:

1) My BFF from high school came to visit me for her spring break. It was da best. We did things such as watch classic films like "Trollhunter," and melt crayons with a hairdryer. Basically, we had a giant coloring book page featuring Spider-Man swinging from a building, and we taped all my crayons to it and melted the pants off of them. I think ideally it's supposed to look like each crayon ran down in a beautiful straight line, making a melty rainbow, but ours all sort of blended together and it looked like spider-man swung into a paint bomb. Just his legs were sticking out of this waxy mass of color. It looked great. It's on my wall.
Also we did this with Tess inside the house, manning the dryer and leaning out the window, while I stood outside and held the paper up to the window. So we got some weird looks.

2) I played nightgames with a bunch of dudes. First we played capture the flag, which I am sub-par at. But THEN we played hide and seek which I am AWESOME at. Hiding, that is, not finding so much...although, I gotta say, being hide and seek champion is a good example of how it's possible to be a winner and a loser at the same time. Because they couldn't find me...I mean, they were calling me, I was talking to them on the phone, texting, and they still couldn't find me...(actually, at one point two guys walked past my hiding spot and said "I don't think she'd be hardcore enough to go in there." Who's hardcore now, SUCKAAAAS?) but at the end of the day it's sort of like "Well, I'm glad we spent this last forty five minute period looking for a nineteen year old girl who was sitting very still in some bushes!" There's not like a SUCCESS moment when you are hide and seek champ. You just sort of gratefully crawl out of your hiding place and try to regain the feeling in your bum.

3) If you remember the post below this one, where I was invited to a crazy person's jungle-dance...yes. I attended that. It was really legitimate. It felt like a club, if a club were the size of a small living room. The guy who invited me was wearing sort of a torn leopard print toga thing, and there was this big Hispanic guy in a wifebeater and a tiger-print shrug who wouldn't let me in the door without rubbing my head for about ten minutes. Our convo went like this: Him: "Whoaa I love your hair. Let me see it." Me: (inaudible over powerful loud music) "Okay." Him: "I love this. I love ALL of this. Who did it?" Me: (inaudible, as my head is being manhandled) "Friend of a friend." Him: (surprised, pointing to the girl just behind me) "That girl?" Me: (violently nodding a shameless lie) "Yeah!" Him: (to bemused girl behind me, with a big high-five) "Girl, you did good!"

4) A guy in one of my classes was sort of making fun of my combat boots, and we had the following talk:
Guy: "What, were you planning on kicking someone in the shins today?"
Me: "I already did. AND THEY DIED."
This is a good way to end that particular conversation. He looked straight ahead and made a terrified face. It may have been for my benefit but who can say.