I just got my internet connection fixed last night, but I didn't have time to post a new entry, so I will just post a two-in-one.
Moving in went smoothly, I met my new roommates, and they're great :)
My mother helping me unpack everything. Yes, I brought 3 giraffes. You wanna fight about it?
My roommates and a purple chair :P
For the scavenger hunt, we needed a picture with the "La Creperie" truck.
We needed a pic with a Philly's hat. We found one on this toy.
Yesterday the university had a shitload of boring, freshman stuff to do, and a lot of it was mandatory. A mandatory scavenger hunt? ?! Really?
But after the mandatory shit was over, I think they were hosting some kind of show and then a dance from 11PM - 2AM. As you can probably guess, Internet... I did not attend.
No, Mike and I had been texting since I moved in, and he asked if I would like to get some dinner with him a his roommate. Dinner turned into, "want to go to a small get-together with a couple of my friends?"
So I went. It was a lot of fun. First I chilled with Mike in his room over at the Edge, housing located at the edge of campus (thus the name...). Then he, his roommate, and I went over to one of their friend's apartments. We started drinking. Then, we (everyone from that little party) decided to go to another "little" shindig at someone else's apartment. It was really crowded, and we all kind of decided that
A)The cops were probably going to show up
and
B) We were in no shape to jump a fence... especially one with barbed wire around the top.
So we left. We got some 40's and went back to the original apartment, and this guy Ryan and I played beer pong until Mike and his friend returned with some weed.
*Ryan owns a python, and her name is Princess. He took her out to meet everyone at the beginning of the night, and I, being the snake person that I am, was at once intrigued. And he was silly. This is a pic of Ryan with Princess on his head.
I guess I asked some intelligent questions, because he said he was very impressed. And then this guy.... Nick? I think his name was Nick. He looked like a backstreet boy: deep tan, bleached blond hair with the roots showing, washboard abs.... very sexy. Also, very not-my-type. He was the kind of guy I expected to be a douchebag all night to chicks. He was, but not too bad with me. He just kept hinting at his growing desire to motorboat my boobs XD, and then how he wanted me to join him in his room. No thanks, Nick. I wonder if his last name was Carter? hahahaha
(Nick Carter = a backstreet boy. For all of the people out there that don't know their 90's pop.)
Well, there was a reason to include Nick in the story. First, Ryan called me Snake Lady (because I have 2 and I knew so much about his. No crude jokes, please, I heard enough last night.), and Mike said to call me Medusa (snakes in her hair and whatnot). I was not too happy about Medusa. So Nick gave me a new name. He said I look like that chick from Hercules. Meg. So now, as far as everyone at that party is concerned, my name is Meg.
I got wasted and stoned. Not a good combination. I don't remember most of last night. I know I felt really sick at one point. I know I started drinking large amounts of water. I felt immensely better after I did.
There was another guy... I can't recall his name. He was a ginger, and that's what we referred to him as.
*Side note: these guys are all friends through Crew. They are all about 6'0" and up, and all of them are pretty jacked. Ginger boy was the tallest, and almost the strongest one there. I'm just adding that little description to give you a better idea of how bad the next part of my story was*
Well, this ginger guy, he apparently is a violent drunk. Mike warned me before we went, he said that this guy will probably be breaking stuff. I didn't realize that included me.
I was lying on the couch with my head in Ryan's lap, because I could no longer stand up. He was being really sweet and stroking my hair. (I had already told him I wasn't going to have sex with him. Not for moral reasons, but for physical reasons, I couldn't.) So I think it was sweet to take care of me even though he wasn't going to get any pussy from me.
Anyway, the party had pretty much cleared out. The others had all either left or gone upstairs to bed. It was just me, Ryan, and this ginger guy. I don't know how the subject was brought up, but we started talking about cars. I, of course, told him off for choosing a camaro as his answer to "What car would you have if you could have any car?"
He didn't like being told off. But I'm stubborn. I explained that nothing trumps a Corvette. Nothing.
He then attempted to break my wrist (I'm glad we were drunk, because he probably would have succeeded if he was sober). Ryan was like "chill, man!!!"
He kept really squeezing my leg until I shouted in pain, and he laughed. I decided to never again talk with him about cars.
Well... my night was pretty quiet from then on. Ryan and I crashed on a couch, and the abusive ginger went home.
I woke up this morning around 9:30. The girls who lived in the apartment were getting up to start their day. I left.
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IT'S FREEZING IN HERE. My roomies and I have not figured out the A/C yet (shutup, shutup!), so I am freezing to death.
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