a week ago, I went to dover with 45 of my closest friends. i listened to crimson and clover over and over and looked like this:
the day after I went to canterbury. en route, we told baudy tales as part of our pilgrammage. a fellow named chaucer seemed to be taking notes. there's a big cathedral there. this is what I look like in front of it when mike takes the picture:
a few nights ago, we had a sleepover in my room. we put two mattresses together on the floor. this is what bethany, mike, and myself looked like when we woke up (say hello to your friends):
last night I went to my first gay club (DV8!) with a Finnish lesbian named Katja. we look like this:
and this:
I danced with some boys, but not any super cute ones. I feel this is because A.) I'm shy B.) I wasn't drunk enough C.) I'm having a beard growing contest with Greg and Mike so I'm scruffy and scary looking
On an unrelated note, this is what Cindy and Heather look like sober when I'm on the phone with my sister:
This is what I look like when I'm self destructive and preparing to drink, but have not yet had anything:
that was a giant bottle of smirnoff ice. i felt good. i should buy more. i made a long post about it at livejournal, but it seems pointless to crosspost, especially after the fact.
i wish i could shave. damn this contest.