So this might be one of the more interesting posts. I'm warning you, you may laugh and think what the hell at some point. And I can't believe she did that. That kind of thing. So we'll start off with NOT that stuff. Last night I hung out with... Candace, Chris, Keith, Laine, Mark, and some other people whose names I can't remember. We hung around Dominoes and then went to Swylana where I climbed a tree and ripped a hole in the butt of my favourite pants and was mighty pissed off. Anyways it was raining, so Laine and Candace went home, and the rest of us went to Tim Horton's and stayed there until three thirty in the morning. It was... normalish. I ate lots of doughnuts.

      Ok... so today. Ahaha nervous laughter. Today I went to Laine's and we finished watching the Family Guy movie. It was awesome. And we made pizza and I ate a whole half of it, I must have been hungry. Then we watched some hockey and Keith came over. We went to Dominoes to see Chris and then we went to the Globe, Keith went home, and Chris, Laine, and I decided to go out and dance or something. We went to the Press Room which was dead so we left, the Malibu was dead, and the Griz wasn't even open. So we went to wet teeshirt night at the Jungle. Yeah. Ok, so wet teeshirt night is when like ten girls wear little white tanktops, stand in a pool, get water poured on them and like some of them rip off their shirts and some of them get completely naked. For some reason I cannot understand, I decided to participate in this contest. Yes. I, Tasha Duffy, participated in a wet teeshirt contest while completely sober.

      Well... Laine and Chris were telling me to do it, and I didn't totally know about how completely naked these people were gonna get so I thought it would be fun. So at the last call, I go up, they give me a shirt and I fill out this paper with my name, age, and what's the craziest thing I've ever done. (Hint: it had something to do with a public park and cops) So I go into this bathroom with like six other girls who are either high or drunk or whatever and put on this little tanktop. These girls were gross man. Seriously. I was creeped out. So uh yeah, my turn came up and as I was going to the stage, this girl reached over and ripped the front of my shirt apart. Yeah. So now my boobs are pretty much showing. There are guys from my highschool there and I am thanking God that EVERYONE but me is drunk and hopefully won't really remember my name tomorrow.

      Anyways, I didn't win, probably because I 1) didn't make out with another girl, 2) didn't get naked and 3) didn't attempt to pole dance. If you wanna win, you gotta do those things it seems. Anyways, afterwards, this huge drunk guy comes up to me and I'm soaking and he's like, I love your hair, and your eyes are so beautiful. He keeps touching my face and I'm like.... ahhh, so Laine sees this and starts calling my name and the guy's like, "is that your man?" I'm like YES!! Hahaha, then he brushed my boob and he's like oh well, I'm happy now cause I touched your boob. Is there anything I can do for you? So I told him he could vote for me to win. Yeah, so dancing was good and Chris is funny, and he told me that I had nice boobs. So thanks Chris, for the compliment. Oh also sorry Jordon and Mark for not hanging out, but I'm sure you'll get a kick out of this story. And yes, if anyone's wondering, I am MORTIFIED by what happened, but find it funny at the same time. I'll pretend I wasn't totally sober. But I love Laine and Chris. They rock. Keith'll be sorry he didn't come. Wow.

      Oh yeah, one last thing. While I was in the bathroom putting my "shirt" on, this girl is like I have to pee, so she does... right in front of me. I was mortified once again. Drunk people scare me.
music. hollaback girl - gwen stefani