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We had a happy hour reading, and then goofed around playing frisbee for a while. It's been so long since I just threw the frisbee around. Seriously, like 4 or 5 years, I think. Nothing since college, and before graduation, just frisbee golf. So my long shots tended to be a little high, as my body kept thinking I was trying to get it all the way across the quad. :) I was better by the end of the evening.
I went back to my room to get drugs--I started coughing so much I was almost choking, which I know was partly because I had been laughing so much I couldn't breathe, but it's agravated by allergies.--and ran into a group collecting their water guns on the sly. Luckily I still had Sharon's from the last game. We went for the attack, but alas, pizza had been served and everyone had moved inside. They tried their guns on me, just incase, and to hear me squeak, and then went in for food. No guns in the house, and we mostly behaved. Dan did wait until Brendan was only techincally just past the doorjamb before spraying him from across the room. and the rules degraded from time to time. but officially, all water battles took place outside.
As usual, I was completely soaked. I think there were like two spots on the right side of my shirt that weren't wet, and more, but not significantly more, of my jeans that were dry. I was used as a shield, I used others as a shield, and the novelty of me as a squeaky toy was explored again. They could hear me in the building. I ate too much key lime pie, sat in the air conditioning too much, so I was freezing cold, and ended up so soaking wet that the leftover laundry detergent (the stuff that never really gets washed out) in my shirt and bra started to come out--it makes your skin slick and slimy. I was so close to starting to foam.
I went back to my room to get drugs--I started coughing so much I was almost choking, which I know was partly because I had been laughing so much I couldn't breathe, but it's agravated by allergies.--and ran into a group collecting their water guns on the sly. Luckily I still had Sharon's from the last game. We went for the attack, but alas, pizza had been served and everyone had moved inside. They tried their guns on me, just incase, and to hear me squeak, and then went in for food. No guns in the house, and we mostly behaved. Dan did wait until Brendan was only techincally just past the doorjamb before spraying him from across the room. and the rules degraded from time to time. but officially, all water battles took place outside.
As usual, I was completely soaked. I think there were like two spots on the right side of my shirt that weren't wet, and more, but not significantly more, of my jeans that were dry. I was used as a shield, I used others as a shield, and the novelty of me as a squeaky toy was explored again. They could hear me in the building. I ate too much key lime pie, sat in the air conditioning too much, so I was freezing cold, and ended up so soaking wet that the leftover laundry detergent (the stuff that never really gets washed out) in my shirt and bra started to come out--it makes your skin slick and slimy. I was so close to starting to foam.
