when Lila Amanda and I left, when half the people by the campus center
where just standing, and half where under the tent still dancing, we
went to smog but it was empty, and then to my room to unwind, and then I
went to sleep. It was about 2:30 but we were exhausted.
I died from the combination of sexiness and awkward boys peering across the crowd, some from the sidelines, some from the middle. Some hid by bumping up and down, cigarette raised in the air.
(side note: there the guys who where actually hot, and then there where the ones that came from behind to grind. unfortunately those were two different categories. it was still fun, the music not all dubstep for once, but stuff people could yell along to out of tune)
(side side note: I was also sober since I wanted to be able to get up easily today for emergency driving. sour breath is not something you can ignore while sober, but I danced from 11-1:30 or so, packed up against my friends, pulled and pushed by the ebb and fall of the dance, sometimes nearly falling. sweat and the sprays of water people sent from their bottles, never understood why.)
(work today and party proper tonight)
(also: just...the random group of guys making out, one of them was the more attractive of the (3? 4?) of them and they where all trying to get to him, which I thought was funny, especially since I recognized all of them. and just overall the ridiculous amount of people making out by the end, unsurprisingly. I felt good physically from dancing, but something in me felt that everything was rather futile by the time I left.)
I died from the combination of sexiness and awkward boys peering across the crowd, some from the sidelines, some from the middle. Some hid by bumping up and down, cigarette raised in the air.
(side note: there the guys who where actually hot, and then there where the ones that came from behind to grind. unfortunately those were two different categories. it was still fun, the music not all dubstep for once, but stuff people could yell along to out of tune)
(side side note: I was also sober since I wanted to be able to get up easily today for emergency driving. sour breath is not something you can ignore while sober, but I danced from 11-1:30 or so, packed up against my friends, pulled and pushed by the ebb and fall of the dance, sometimes nearly falling. sweat and the sprays of water people sent from their bottles, never understood why.)
(work today and party proper tonight)
(also: just...the random group of guys making out, one of them was the more attractive of the (3? 4?) of them and they where all trying to get to him, which I thought was funny, especially since I recognized all of them. and just overall the ridiculous amount of people making out by the end, unsurprisingly. I felt good physically from dancing, but something in me felt that everything was rather futile by the time I left.)
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