Okay, well, I wanted tos ee Bait tonight, but... I didn.t.
[sidenote.. when i write this, i think i make PERFECT sense, but I know I've had a few and am not sober.. it'll be intersting to see if I do make sense.. because last time I didnt]
I got in (was in Connecticut this morning) and Preacherman was like "Yo, we're going to a party with X and Y and C" (those arent there names, so that is no quote.. but you get the idea.. I don't know you Y and C are, but X is a guy who works on campus who's pretty cool.. Y and C are some computer gamers (freshman).
So we go to this party, the male-female ratio isnt that cool and stuff and its just like some house with people in it and no keg or anything really... but that isnt the real party.. the crew (developed into a more than dozen thing) ended up going down the street (This was an off-campus deal) to a party.. there was a keg there, lots of girls too. It was a birthday party for someone. I had some beers there, but it was VERY crowded (not a bad thing tho.. if a girl needs to go to the keg, she has to squeeze by.. sort of a not-nice thing to say, but it is fun to see hwo the girl is going to squeeze by.. the girl with the dildo (Dont ask me why she had it) was more of a full body presser while most were more of the casual "I don't give a fuck, it'll happen how it happens". At one point I was sort of stuck, no one was moving.. so I spent five minutes pressed into a girl's chest until her boyfriend took her away.
Then we want back to Y and C's dorm for a bit.. then back to my dorm. Some girl came into the room and invited us to her little party downstairs.. so X, Preacherman, and I went down to it.. i had a few more beers, and some vodka, and we chilled for a bit.
I'm tired.. time to go to bed.. I lost the point of my rant.. I had some purpose in ranting.. all I can think of is that things change at bad times. Good things (and bad things) come in floods.. often both good and bad together. I can swim though.