So Hawk went to a Bellarmine mixer.
Now she wonders what she was smoking when she did.
The chaperones with their flashlights were remarkably unsuccessful at cutting down the amount of freakers. The songs all had the same beat and no lyrics, so it was an endless surge of the same triple-beat rhythm. Additionally, it was incredibly hot in there with the sweaty bodies packed close together.
Before I get started ranting too much, I did have fun. But I like whining.
There was a perk--they offered free water!
Hawk marvels at how the girls who went coordinated outfits. Almost everyone was wearing short shorts and a tshirt. And some even took the extra effort to go glow-in-the-dark.
There were like..2 cute guys.
Sigh.
1 comment:
sorry it was a lame mixer ^^; how bout next time we hang out we actually do something cool :D
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