The Drama Transfer

*Disclaimer: if you dont really want to know what i have been up to then dont read, i am tired of editing my names situations and walking on egg shells, so if you dont like it tough shit*

for Halloween i have been goin as a cub scout ;-) what has everyone else gone as?

well i have been hanging out with JC's friends lately and apparently it pisses him off. he must find it some sort of betrayal, so when they all came up Wednesday, LOL, i got invited to the Q. i was even offered a ride. LOL, me showing up with all of JC's dear pals to the club that he is at would be too funny and i do need to depend fate. i couldn't help but think about me further tightening my social choke hold. In fact as others found out about it they made plans to go and see it all unfold. But i also saw the fear in the eyes of some of his most closest friends, you know the look that screams Gay Drama! So i bowed out gracefully because i didn't want them to have to experience JC's pissy wrath. GOD DAMN DRAMA!
Instead my friends here in Omaha, seeing my plan of doom, decided to keep me here. So we went the Roxbury instead and i had a total blast. This club is of the ghetto/rap variety, so i loved it. We all got in constume and i was the only guy of six girls, so i had my hands full. Basically my duty was that if a guy was grinding on them or hitting on them i just go over put my arm around them and dance (so the guys just walk away). There were also a bunch of buff guys dressed as Chip and Dales dancer so it was hard to keep my hands in check. i also met up with some people from the dorm and made plans to hang out with them afterwards.
on our way Home we took pictures with real cops, reverse backward across three lanes of traffic while Kristin (Driver) screams "I WANNA SUCK COCK" out the window.
i left those crazy, horny bitches and wound up at the dorms with Sharon, Fernando (or as Kristin calls him Francisco/Frachesco/Fresca) and some more people. we went dorm hopping and Fernando took his pants off to go hug the straight but in his defense it was part of his costume (by the way, what it with gay Mexicans and gogo dancing anyway). i was envious of his track runner legs tho, by the end of the night after wandering around campus at 4 am wrapped in quilts (i have to get the security feed of that) we ended up at Fernando's dorm where we went into his room and turned off the lights and where he presented the wrapper and began to tare it open. i took it from him to look at it and saw that it was not a condom wrapper but individually wrapped tylonol PM. Moment over. Made fun of his game for the rest of the night, as if we would have done anything any way, pshh, please. well i finally woke up next to someone and made it to class on time but we'll see what drama come from me sleeping with Fernando. good grief.