Well I've done a good job neglecting this place...probably should've come back here more often, but who the hell knows. I feel like when I do use this, I'm able to get everything out that needs to come out. Because when I bottle things up, I crack, and I've done more than enough cracking these past few weeks.
I hate being a woman, what with the emotional crap.
I hate how those womanly frustrations enjoy coming out right when school/work/life is at its most stressful.
I hate how most of these frustrations are just in my head.
I hate putting off papers, even though I work best under pressure. However, freaking out about how much is left to get done with a half hour left before I have to turn it in.....not so fun.
I hate how I so badly want to believe things are looking up, when I should be looking the other way.
I hate how I feel like the world is out to convince me that it's all not coincidence, when my brain is hardwired to the worst case scenario: where the fuck do I stand. The friend, the possibility, or perpetually the last resort?
I hate how I feel like I deserve an answer for stupid questions such as these, when I have absolutely no right to--because in my head, I'm just fucking thankful for the little things. Including that I haven't lost him as a friend yet.
I fucking hate how when it comes right down to it, the stress coupled with the impossible has made me an emotional wreck when left alone. And I'd really rather not see this continue for another week or so.
I cannot stand how ignorance is not ingrained in me. What I would fucking give to have some time where I can pretend that everything is all right. That someone may actually give a shit about me. That someone might actually watch a Nascar race, for any length of time, because they remembered I enjoyed it and that Talladega was my favorite track and remember the time I told them about my cousin wanting to rent an RV and have us go to Dega when I'm old enough to drink.
I want to be ignorant enough to believe that it means something that someone would trust me to edit, much less read a 20-page paper about their father.
I want to believe that it means something when he says he wants to get together over the summer to eat in Sioux Falls. That it means something when he asks why I've had a bad week.
I wish that when I say I want it to mean something, it means something more than a passing friend.
I wish that I wasn't 19. Because I know perfectly well that I don't feel like one 98% of the time.
I want to fucking believe in something more than coincidence. I want to fucking believe that the world is trying to make the impossible seem feasible, rather than convince me that it's not because of me...that it's never because of me. It's because of the perfect competition. The competition that isn't 18 or 19, or even 20.
I don't want to see some airhead of a bombshell--or in other cases, an airhead in the depths of desperation--take advantage of who would otherwise be the greatest in-laws ever. But would they even know that they'd be the damned luckiest female on the planet to end up with in-laws like them....doubtful.
I want to be your damn Rapunzel.
But that's not how life works out. Of course it's not.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Bad Sage Advice
This whole compassion thing takes a real toll sometimes.
No, I don't need a lesson on the measure of a man for who he is today. Fuck you. And damnit Bobby for jumping on the bandwagon and saying the same thing! >:X
I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to feel concerned and I don't know why. I approve of the kick-ass attitude HCB's had as of late, especially considering how frustrated/depressed he was this time last week.......but I don't want him to change. Not quite yet. If it's because he wants to make changes and everything, then he's got my support...but I hope he's applying them to the right things. Cutting back on drinking, that'd be a good one. So would focusing on school and work so that you don't get deported for a second time.
It's almost ironic, actually. Don't judge based on the past, yet it's apparently worth making changes over...and yet, the best you can do is accept them for who they are. Fuck off...
You don't need to change. Damnit. >:/
(That's also ironic, since there's a nice little list of things HCB should change. But I don't want him to. :P )
No, I don't need a lesson on the measure of a man for who he is today. Fuck you. And damnit Bobby for jumping on the bandwagon and saying the same thing! >:X
I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to feel concerned and I don't know why. I approve of the kick-ass attitude HCB's had as of late, especially considering how frustrated/depressed he was this time last week.......but I don't want him to change. Not quite yet. If it's because he wants to make changes and everything, then he's got my support...but I hope he's applying them to the right things. Cutting back on drinking, that'd be a good one. So would focusing on school and work so that you don't get deported for a second time.
It's almost ironic, actually. Don't judge based on the past, yet it's apparently worth making changes over...and yet, the best you can do is accept them for who they are. Fuck off...
You don't need to change. Damnit. >:/
(That's also ironic, since there's a nice little list of things HCB should change. But I don't want him to. :P )
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Ignoring Stupid Freshmen and Being Unproductive
Ugh. I'm so glad it's the weekend, but I still feel like this is a waste. I have too much shit to do.
So what all should I be doing? Well I have two columns I need to edit, I have a reflection to write for my 492 class, and I have French homework.
I also just remembered that our big program is tonight at 9. Shit, and I was hoping I could stay in today. All of my lack of motivation has been because I was up till 5am and didn't want to take a shower at that ridiculous hour. Well now I'm thinking of taking a shower at 6pm, an equally ridiculous hour. I'm used to taking showers at 2 or 3am, plz.
Then for some unknown reason, I not only slept through my TV turning on, but also slept through my alarm going off at 1pm. I never sleep through either of those. And they were set for after having 7 hours of sleep, more than my usual. Amg I'm confused. D:
Now off to be semi-productive. And probably take a shower.
So anyway. I got up at about 2:30, which isn't too bad. But it's weird. And now I'm all lost of motivation. Ugh.
HCB is off training guys in Yankton how to use and maintain the Zambonis. I can't help but giggle at that, of course they'd have to turn to the Canadian for how to properly care for a Zamboni. And even better, they said on the sign that he was trained by the Zamboni Company. Not only legit, but made sense since he was facilities operator. Amggg I feel smart. XD
So what all should I be doing? Well I have two columns I need to edit, I have a reflection to write for my 492 class, and I have French homework.
I also just remembered that our big program is tonight at 9. Shit, and I was hoping I could stay in today. All of my lack of motivation has been because I was up till 5am and didn't want to take a shower at that ridiculous hour. Well now I'm thinking of taking a shower at 6pm, an equally ridiculous hour. I'm used to taking showers at 2 or 3am, plz.
Then for some unknown reason, I not only slept through my TV turning on, but also slept through my alarm going off at 1pm. I never sleep through either of those. And they were set for after having 7 hours of sleep, more than my usual. Amg I'm confused. D:
Now off to be semi-productive. And probably take a shower.
So anyway. I got up at about 2:30, which isn't too bad. But it's weird. And now I'm all lost of motivation. Ugh.
HCB is off training guys in Yankton how to use and maintain the Zambonis. I can't help but giggle at that, of course they'd have to turn to the Canadian for how to properly care for a Zamboni. And even better, they said on the sign that he was trained by the Zamboni Company. Not only legit, but made sense since he was facilities operator. Amggg I feel smart. XD
Ahh, the Smell of Hockey
I feel all cuddly at the moment, so I figured I would blog. Basically I had a sandwich, got an awesome Dr Pepper (the special one with real sugar), watching SNL & the Toyota all-star race on Speed Channel, and chillin in my comfy chair. I keep going back and forth between smelling hairspray or my new jersey. It's kinda weird, but I like the comforting smell of the jersey. It smells like Yankton, the ice rink, and hockey. I was totally going to try and go for the 18 jersey, because HCB told me the other day that he used to wear the 18 or the 16 when he played hockey. Well that backfired when a parent bidded on the 18, so I went for the unnamed #1. I figured if anything it'd be like pulling an HCB since his soccer jersey is of #1 with his name on the back. Pretty sweet in my opinion. :3
All of it went for donation anyway, cancer association woo! The jerseys are awesome and have pink on them. Even HCB wore them Thursday when they had the table set up, but since he was also wearing his business suit he had a pink tie underneath it. :P
These weren't lucky jerseys, though. We didn't do so hot against ISU, which granted is a pretty big school. After the progress the guys have made so far, we'd been so damn close to winning, and now it felt like a step backwards. I felt bad because Friday's game I didn't talk to HCB--that was due to Sam wanting to go through her plan and I was more than willing to let her. Then Saturday was the auction/big game day, and even then they struggled. I caught HCB when they were finalizing the auction and he wasn't too happy. I thought he'd say more than just hey how's it going, so I asked how he was. Basically he'd shrugged, a lot, and said he had a lot of work ahead of him. I went yeah and just stared at him for a little while....then he finally sighed and said "That was not one of their better games." Then he got a little pissed at one of the players that got a concussion at one of the games against Dordt (a 2.5 concussion on a 4 point scale from what Stephen told me), the player was rough-housing with another kid when he really shouldn't be. I did think it was adorable though when he was able to fake a good attitude when a boy came over asking HCB to sign his puck. :)
I don't like it when he's that frustrated/stressed/sad. It's about 3 weeks in and he's already convinced himself he'll be deported at semester time from grades not making par, and it's tough because he's taking economics and accounting -- math-based classes that he's never done well with. Then with everything else he's got to deal with, it really does suck.
Do I feel disappointed nothing noticeably more will come of us, a little. But I can't deny that I've felt better since I know he wants to stay friends. Mostly because if we stay friends, nothing will change for the worse. I look at it this way: 1) He could've cut off all contact with me, which was my biggest fear. 2) He could say yes to dating, but that would mean he may leave at any time through deportation or boredom, he might be more likely to hide information from me, and it'd be expected to have regular contact when his schedule is busy enough as it is. 3) He could say stay as friends, and we have a mutual understanding. With this last choice, I know that he still trusts me like a friend--meaning that he won't pretend that he doesn't drink too much with me, and will still give me shit for anything and everything. I like the confidence he has with me.
However, as for Sures....no more of him. I can make casual small talk. But don't expect much else from me. Now he's just an ass. >.>
All of it went for donation anyway, cancer association woo! The jerseys are awesome and have pink on them. Even HCB wore them Thursday when they had the table set up, but since he was also wearing his business suit he had a pink tie underneath it. :P
These weren't lucky jerseys, though. We didn't do so hot against ISU, which granted is a pretty big school. After the progress the guys have made so far, we'd been so damn close to winning, and now it felt like a step backwards. I felt bad because Friday's game I didn't talk to HCB--that was due to Sam wanting to go through her plan and I was more than willing to let her. Then Saturday was the auction/big game day, and even then they struggled. I caught HCB when they were finalizing the auction and he wasn't too happy. I thought he'd say more than just hey how's it going, so I asked how he was. Basically he'd shrugged, a lot, and said he had a lot of work ahead of him. I went yeah and just stared at him for a little while....then he finally sighed and said "That was not one of their better games." Then he got a little pissed at one of the players that got a concussion at one of the games against Dordt (a 2.5 concussion on a 4 point scale from what Stephen told me), the player was rough-housing with another kid when he really shouldn't be. I did think it was adorable though when he was able to fake a good attitude when a boy came over asking HCB to sign his puck. :)
I don't like it when he's that frustrated/stressed/sad. It's about 3 weeks in and he's already convinced himself he'll be deported at semester time from grades not making par, and it's tough because he's taking economics and accounting -- math-based classes that he's never done well with. Then with everything else he's got to deal with, it really does suck.
Do I feel disappointed nothing noticeably more will come of us, a little. But I can't deny that I've felt better since I know he wants to stay friends. Mostly because if we stay friends, nothing will change for the worse. I look at it this way: 1) He could've cut off all contact with me, which was my biggest fear. 2) He could say yes to dating, but that would mean he may leave at any time through deportation or boredom, he might be more likely to hide information from me, and it'd be expected to have regular contact when his schedule is busy enough as it is. 3) He could say stay as friends, and we have a mutual understanding. With this last choice, I know that he still trusts me like a friend--meaning that he won't pretend that he doesn't drink too much with me, and will still give me shit for anything and everything. I like the confidence he has with me.
However, as for Sures....no more of him. I can make casual small talk. But don't expect much else from me. Now he's just an ass. >.>
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Questioning Levels of Intelligence
I have a little story. My freshmen suck at throwing away garbage and mistreating the water fountains. To combat the latter, one smartass wrote on my whiteboard, "The drinking fountain still needs a garbage disposal installed in it." In writing that doesn't resemble my own, I responded "Good luck with that! haha"
Gawd, I love not giving a shit. Have to give them props for using proper English, though. :/
This, all after the past two days where:
1) I had to create a poster for our weekend program with my new coworker. He can't even bother himself to remember when our meetings are with the hall director, much less check the email that said hall director just sent out that answers his questions perfectly. AMG. Don't ask me constantly about what the eff we should do. Also, speak up when my retarded multiple personality comes out and can't remember how the fuck to spell condom. Although, based on your reaction, I'm 99.99999% sure that you didn't even notice I had misspelled it until I started tearing the title out of the poster. (Don't worry, it was easier that way.)
2) I had a resident start off a rant by saying "I paid the custodian, I paid with my tuition to have the custodian clean up after me--" Holy fuck, I blocked out the rest of her rant because that was where I just stared looking like this U: 8| :T .....Maybe if she and the rest of the floor would take their own effin' garbage out for once, we wouldn't have this problem. Said Bitchy Face was also immensely peeved because her precious private bathroom on the other side of the door was locked for the day.
3) I was told to come in to the newspaper office to help with editing since the deadline was 7pm tonight. Not only was I not needed, but the opinion editor didn't even have the heart to tell me that I could leave right away. Go away. See, that wasn't so hard, right?
4) Said editor also emailed me later that night to tell me that he wasn't going to be at the opinion meeting, so he was going to have me lead it. Unless the meeting is going to happen at 5:30 when I'm actually able to come in, I won't be able to make it, either. Thank youuu 6pm Astronomy Lab that is impossible to skip! Thanks a lot.
5) My bff informed me that she may not be able to go to the hockey game Saturday because she has another friend whose 21st birthday is the same day and wants her to drive. Might I include the little tidbit that said soon-to-be 21 friend finds enjoyment causing guys to cheat on their girlfriends, then leave them when they're finally available to her. As per the description provided by said bff. Dude, I will fucking pay your way into the game AND for all the gas in the world if that means you'll go with me. I don't really care to scramble for a ride with Dave Roberts and Richardson Co. just to go see the game. But I will if I have to, damnit. D:
I think levels of intelligence would make a fantastic mini-thesis. Relate it to happiness and success and everything. Gawd.....
Gawd, I love not giving a shit. Have to give them props for using proper English, though. :/
This, all after the past two days where:
1) I had to create a poster for our weekend program with my new coworker. He can't even bother himself to remember when our meetings are with the hall director, much less check the email that said hall director just sent out that answers his questions perfectly. AMG. Don't ask me constantly about what the eff we should do. Also, speak up when my retarded multiple personality comes out and can't remember how the fuck to spell condom. Although, based on your reaction, I'm 99.99999% sure that you didn't even notice I had misspelled it until I started tearing the title out of the poster. (Don't worry, it was easier that way.)
2) I had a resident start off a rant by saying "I paid the custodian, I paid with my tuition to have the custodian clean up after me--" Holy fuck, I blocked out the rest of her rant because that was where I just stared looking like this U: 8| :T .....Maybe if she and the rest of the floor would take their own effin' garbage out for once, we wouldn't have this problem. Said Bitchy Face was also immensely peeved because her precious private bathroom on the other side of the door was locked for the day.
3) I was told to come in to the newspaper office to help with editing since the deadline was 7pm tonight. Not only was I not needed, but the opinion editor didn't even have the heart to tell me that I could leave right away. Go away. See, that wasn't so hard, right?
4) Said editor also emailed me later that night to tell me that he wasn't going to be at the opinion meeting, so he was going to have me lead it. Unless the meeting is going to happen at 5:30 when I'm actually able to come in, I won't be able to make it, either. Thank youuu 6pm Astronomy Lab that is impossible to skip! Thanks a lot.
5) My bff informed me that she may not be able to go to the hockey game Saturday because she has another friend whose 21st birthday is the same day and wants her to drive. Might I include the little tidbit that said soon-to-be 21 friend finds enjoyment causing guys to cheat on their girlfriends, then leave them when they're finally available to her. As per the description provided by said bff. Dude, I will fucking pay your way into the game AND for all the gas in the world if that means you'll go with me. I don't really care to scramble for a ride with Dave Roberts and Richardson Co. just to go see the game. But I will if I have to, damnit. D:
I think levels of intelligence would make a fantastic mini-thesis. Relate it to happiness and success and everything. Gawd.....
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Inadvertent Constant Swearing Thanks to Hockey
I don't do well with intense games. And today......hoo boy. That was one intense hockey game. See below.
Holy shit. HOLY. SHIT. This was by far the turning point of the game. For many reasons, even, so we need another list.
1) We are leading 4-3. We are LEADING.
2) We had made the first goal. Then at the end of the first period, we were leading 1-0. The end of the second period, leading 2-1.
3) We're leading with 20 seconds left. 20 SECONDS.
4) 4 points?! That's the most we've scored in a game all year. Record high as of last night has been 2 points in a single game, and now we scored 4. FOURRRRRR!
5) Of course, just 3 seconds later Dordt had scored, too. 17 seconds left, and we're tied again at 4-4. FUCK.
6) Might I also mention we played Dordt the night before, where we not only lost as usual 7-2, but had three guys ejected from the game and one with a misconduct penalty. Their coach was seriously pissed at some points during the game, probably partially for that reason. :3
7) Oh yeah, and most of the team had gone out drinking at Lambda the night before. My comment in that respect, holy crap if that's what it's going to take for them to win a game, then they better be drinking the night before every game!
Gah, last time I was that stressed out by a sports game had to've been 2004. Daytona 500. Now that was stressful, praying to no end that Dale Jr. wouldn't mess up and that he'd win. D:
Also, 5th grade hecklers suck. I actually missed the drunk hecklers, because it's so much more hilarious listening to them yelling 'Drop the bunny', 'Beat State not your wife', and the hilarious 'Him him VERY HARD'! What do we get from frigging 5th graders? "Why are there so many girls at this hockey game? They don't know what's going on..."
Long story short, the game goes into overtime for 5 minutes, followed by a three-shot challenge. No one scored during overtime, and the man-vs-goalie challenge was Dordt's for the taking. Fucking contests...the boys were upset to say the least. I was very well pissed on their behalf. And HCB said they really should've won it, even though it wasn't even their best game.
Granted, I thought they played pretty damn well considering the circumstances, but HCB said their best game was Wednesday's game against SDSU. Still lost 5-2, but he is the Canadian and he knows what good hockey looks like. He even made that comment to my friend Sam and I, that we probably didn't see anything wrong with today's game even though they could've been better.......Shit, I think this means he knows we don't come because we know and love the sport. Haha!
And hey, at least afterwards I got to have a nice little conversation with him. Mostly by catching him as he walks near saying "Hey, what are you doing Monday or Tuesday night?" Which went on from there telling him that we need to do dinner/lunch, because I'm hungry for RED. Ha, I loved his response. "Yeah, definitely. And we have to do it soon, because I'm pretty hungry!" Ahhhh, I love a good play on words. Or situations. Pretty sure it was because the game had started at 4:30, and lasted till 7:30. But it had made me giggle! Then the rest of it was back on hockey, the typical making sure he remembered the night before, such and such.
I think what I love more about our stupid conversations is how he has his animated voice, and his low voice. Typically when it's just the two of us, he talks in his low voice. Then his animated voice comes out from time to time, but tonight about the most noticeable it was had been when he asked if I had been at the Dordt home game, cuz I knew wayyy too much about what had gone down during it. But nope, it had been in his low voice. Which I can't help but add sexy in after the low part. Buuuuuuut that's just me.... :3
And on the plus side, our whole conversation didn't leave too much of a bad impression on Sam! She said afterwards that she thought he was really pretty nice, whereas when I would tell her stories of his/our antics at the North Complex, her and Jean and the other Sam had pinned him as kind of an asshole. But after a while, who isn't from time to time. :P
Then after the game, Sam and I had a grand adventure going to Walmart, figuring out why her windshield wipers had frozen mid-swipe and refused to move, and watching No Strings Attached. Overall, the movie was quite amusing and verrry frustrating at parts. Not a real philosophical watch, but sometimes it's better to have a light silly watch on a late Saturday night. :D
Also, I found fucking Trop-A-Rocka at Yankton's Walmart. Now that was a win all in itself tonight!
Holy shit. HOLY. SHIT. This was by far the turning point of the game. For many reasons, even, so we need another list.
1) We are leading 4-3. We are LEADING.
2) We had made the first goal. Then at the end of the first period, we were leading 1-0. The end of the second period, leading 2-1.
3) We're leading with 20 seconds left. 20 SECONDS.
4) 4 points?! That's the most we've scored in a game all year. Record high as of last night has been 2 points in a single game, and now we scored 4. FOURRRRRR!
5) Of course, just 3 seconds later Dordt had scored, too. 17 seconds left, and we're tied again at 4-4. FUCK.
6) Might I also mention we played Dordt the night before, where we not only lost as usual 7-2, but had three guys ejected from the game and one with a misconduct penalty. Their coach was seriously pissed at some points during the game, probably partially for that reason. :3
7) Oh yeah, and most of the team had gone out drinking at Lambda the night before. My comment in that respect, holy crap if that's what it's going to take for them to win a game, then they better be drinking the night before every game!
Gah, last time I was that stressed out by a sports game had to've been 2004. Daytona 500. Now that was stressful, praying to no end that Dale Jr. wouldn't mess up and that he'd win. D:
Also, 5th grade hecklers suck. I actually missed the drunk hecklers, because it's so much more hilarious listening to them yelling 'Drop the bunny', 'Beat State not your wife', and the hilarious 'Him him VERY HARD'! What do we get from frigging 5th graders? "Why are there so many girls at this hockey game? They don't know what's going on..."
Long story short, the game goes into overtime for 5 minutes, followed by a three-shot challenge. No one scored during overtime, and the man-vs-goalie challenge was Dordt's for the taking. Fucking contests...the boys were upset to say the least. I was very well pissed on their behalf. And HCB said they really should've won it, even though it wasn't even their best game.
Granted, I thought they played pretty damn well considering the circumstances, but HCB said their best game was Wednesday's game against SDSU. Still lost 5-2, but he is the Canadian and he knows what good hockey looks like. He even made that comment to my friend Sam and I, that we probably didn't see anything wrong with today's game even though they could've been better.......Shit, I think this means he knows we don't come because we know and love the sport. Haha!
And hey, at least afterwards I got to have a nice little conversation with him. Mostly by catching him as he walks near saying "Hey, what are you doing Monday or Tuesday night?" Which went on from there telling him that we need to do dinner/lunch, because I'm hungry for RED. Ha, I loved his response. "Yeah, definitely. And we have to do it soon, because I'm pretty hungry!" Ahhhh, I love a good play on words. Or situations. Pretty sure it was because the game had started at 4:30, and lasted till 7:30. But it had made me giggle! Then the rest of it was back on hockey, the typical making sure he remembered the night before, such and such.
I think what I love more about our stupid conversations is how he has his animated voice, and his low voice. Typically when it's just the two of us, he talks in his low voice. Then his animated voice comes out from time to time, but tonight about the most noticeable it was had been when he asked if I had been at the Dordt home game, cuz I knew wayyy too much about what had gone down during it. But nope, it had been in his low voice. Which I can't help but add sexy in after the low part. Buuuuuuut that's just me.... :3
And on the plus side, our whole conversation didn't leave too much of a bad impression on Sam! She said afterwards that she thought he was really pretty nice, whereas when I would tell her stories of his/our antics at the North Complex, her and Jean and the other Sam had pinned him as kind of an asshole. But after a while, who isn't from time to time. :P
Then after the game, Sam and I had a grand adventure going to Walmart, figuring out why her windshield wipers had frozen mid-swipe and refused to move, and watching No Strings Attached. Overall, the movie was quite amusing and verrry frustrating at parts. Not a real philosophical watch, but sometimes it's better to have a light silly watch on a late Saturday night. :D
Also, I found fucking Trop-A-Rocka at Yankton's Walmart. Now that was a win all in itself tonight!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
MAGIC
I have discovered that I have a magical power. All I have to do is mention HCB's name, and BOOM people spill all they know about him. Unless it's Sures of course, but it's an impressive power nonetheless.
How did I discover this power? Well for one, I know it works effectively on staff assistant Nikki. Now tonight, I witnessed this power with Mena, one of our 2nd Beede residents who was also just a little bit drunk tonight. Start up a conversation about the floor pissing off HCB, and she spills all she knows.
Which means I now know where he'd been tonight. Ahhh, so you took your hockey guys out drinking at one of the frat parties, that would explain why Jared was the only one that came back at 2:30am. Which technically made him the first one to come back, because no one else haaaaaaaaas! And I've been here at the desk since 10pm, the moment the hockey game ended.
Ha, tomorrow's gonna be a shitfest to watch, woo! Annnnnnnd I shall make sure to talk extra loud for HCB tomorrow. Because I'm a caring, sympathetic person like that. :D
How did I discover this power? Well for one, I know it works effectively on staff assistant Nikki. Now tonight, I witnessed this power with Mena, one of our 2nd Beede residents who was also just a little bit drunk tonight. Start up a conversation about the floor pissing off HCB, and she spills all she knows.
Which means I now know where he'd been tonight. Ahhh, so you took your hockey guys out drinking at one of the frat parties, that would explain why Jared was the only one that came back at 2:30am. Which technically made him the first one to come back, because no one else haaaaaaaaas! And I've been here at the desk since 10pm, the moment the hockey game ended.
Ha, tomorrow's gonna be a shitfest to watch, woo! Annnnnnnd I shall make sure to talk extra loud for HCB tomorrow. Because I'm a caring, sympathetic person like that. :D
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