It was melboune cup day yesterday.
Never in my life have I shown any interest in the event but yesterday all the girls persisted that we dressed up and "Fashions on the Fields" Attire.
Then we listened to the races and the whole time I was just like.
Is it over? Can I eat now? This is boring?
Then when we were dressing up my self Questions evolved into
CAN WE NOT? THIS IS SAH LAME? DO WE EVEN?
I feel that my opinions where not heeded very cautiously.
My arm hurts.
All we do is play cards against humanity and bitch.
We haven't even known each other more than 4 weeks and everyone thinks that they can bitch about people behind their backs.
Step off guys.
(I know you all read this)
Sorry this wasn't funny, I don't usually try and write this.
<3
YOU ARE READING
The Prison Camp Diaries
Humor#gnuradbetrippin2014 Sorry I mean this is the marvelous missadventures of yours truly, currently living in a leadership boarding school somewhere in the part of that one country no one really goes too. thumbs up for gnurad
