Worst Comeback Ever
Current mood: satisfied

Hehehe...so I'm sitting in Econ last night, bored out of my skull because there's nothing to do, and I'm listening to the group of teenaged boys sitting in front of me talk about random things, mostly pertaining to sex. Somehow they got onto the subject of anal sex, and accidentally having sex with a guy, like, "Well, what if I got really drunk and didn't see, blah blah blah," or something like that. Well, this one guy says, "Oh no, believe me, you'd know if you were having sex with a guy. You'd feel the prostate gland." So I, being very bored and half-asleep, look at the back of his head through half-lidded eyes, and say, just loud enough for everyone paying attention to that conversation to hear: "So you would know from experience, then?" Of course the boys fell about themselves laughing, and the guy went on to try to explain how he knew, which prompted a "You realize she just totally burned you, right?" from one of the guys, A-rod. Anyway, this guy's comeback was twenty minutes later, after school, and came in the form of a guy coming up to me and saying, "Oh, hey, that one guy told me to tell you that Norco sucks. Then he rode off on his motorcycle."

Oh yeah. Worst. Comeback. EVER. I mean, it wasn't even directly from him to me! He had to rely on someone else to tell me! What a doofus! And what does Norco sucking have to do with his history in anal sex, anyway? : )

Just wanted to share that.

"Please keep all small animals and underage women AWAY FROM THE BAR!"
Current mood: blah

Yep, so this weekend was Bogfest. I got to go to it instead of Prom, thanks to the infamous communication problems with my group of friends.

Bogfest was awesome, and provided me with the quote that is the title of this blog....scary that they'd have to remind people of that, but okay, whatever. The music was fun, and there were so many people around that were getting drunk off their asses, I didn't have to feel bad about being 17 and unable to drink. (Ah, the joys of empathy and not knowing how to shield properly.) It was much awesome.

I gave Brad a ride back to Allyece's truck, where we both ended up sleeping, because it was midnight (which is an hour past minor driving curfew, for those who don't know), I was tired, and (not that we knew it at the time) I was getting dehydrated. There was an extra sleeping bag in there, so I locked up Tessa, put my crap in one of the front seats, and got as comfy as one could in a car. (Which, actually, is much more comfortable than one might think, at least in *that* car.)

Came pretty close to dying or something like that on Sunday when my dehydration hit me with all the force and rage of a semi truck going 70. I did Lord Mayor's Parade (though in retrospect, I probably shouldn't have, but whatever, can't change the past), then beelined back to the hooch, where I completely de-bodiced and was forced to drink two mugs of gatorade by Skinny. I'm not complaining--he very probably saved my life by forcing me to have two. If it had been just me, I'd've only had one. Anyway, I was pleasantly surprised when I was coming back from the privs and saw four-five Criers hanging at the entrance to the Fool's Hooch Shade area, with Brad among them. I knew he had been concerned about me, so I'm pretty certain he was there to check on me. I'm not sure why the other Criers were there. That doesn't change that I was pleasantly surprised to try to get into my hooch, only to be blocked by yellow sashes. Anyway, I got into my street clothes and spent the day hanging out with Luanna. Well, Luanna, the Criers, and other Foolies. Brad kept asking me how I was doing whenever he saw me (^_^ awwwww) until the end of the day. It was really sweet.

Anyway, yeah, that was my weekend. I've still been recovering from the final bits of the dehydration today, and didn't really get a chance to do much about it, so I'll be drinking lots of gatorade and stuff tomorrow. (Oh, that reminds me; met the nicest guy from San Lorenzo on Sunday. He made me sit and drink Gatorade in the shade of his/their guildhall (a Foolie in a Noble's Camp? *gasp!*) because I wasn't smiling, and "a Foolie without a smile is a sad thing to see.") Hell, I think that as long as I get fluids in me, I'll be fine. So don't worry! I'll be okay.

Yeah....just wanted to blog, 'cause I've not blogged in a while. Ya.

~Chii-chan