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So last night was lazer tag madness, which of course I was late for since the boy needed to eat his sausage-carcasses before the killings began....how appropriate.

I didn't do so bad though I kept forgetting about the no running rule..oops. I found though that it was easy to dodge and hide- sometimes it comes in handy to be five foot nothing.
I should have played introductons more as I realize I didn't learn too many names...except of course Captian Lazer..that was clever.

After the lazer madness we went to a party in NE that was horrendous. The birthday boy had recieved a tazer and was running around tazering everyone while his annoying snowboarder-jock roommate was harrassing us all to do beer bongs. I told him that I wasn't 16 anymore and that I would rather pour my pabst into the grass then beer bong it. What a bunch of fuck wads. I think we spent a grand total of 20 minutes there.

Kyle and I went home and crashed out on the couch and chatted until way too late in the night.....and now its homework time as graduation is in less then three weeks and I'm a big fuck off and need to get it all wrapped in a bow so I can graduate happily.