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Wanted:
Running buddy who doesn't mind doing long distances and sweating buckets.
Edie is never late everyone else is just early || open F2F
Dinner parties are one place Eden has always felt comfortable and at home, though admittedly she's more used to serving and cooking than actually attended, but when word had gotten out. She was more than happy to wander along, eager to make some more impressions and observe the people around her. Rather than wait for the others to be done in the shower, she'd wandered down to the communal showers and ended up getting sprayed by a showerhead which resulted in her having to dry her hair, a task that could take over an hour. By the time she makes it back to the dorm, her hair loose, flowing and thankfully not wet. Everyone has already left so she rummages though the wardrobe finding the dress she was after [x] and sliding it over her head, tying the bow around her waist and slipping on a pair of matching shoes, taking off through the grass till she arrives at the area where the party is held. She touches at Orion's shoulder gently to let him know she's finally made it having not seen him all day, before sinking onto a cushion, breathing out slightly only looking up as someone comes to stand beside her, giving them a sheepish grin. "...I made it?"
Do you know how bad cracking your knuckles is for you? It could make your knuckles swell to three times the size that it is permanently, and it'd hurt like a little bitch. The noise that cracking your knuckles makes is -- eugh. Do not crack your knuckles. Do not crack your knuckles in front of me. If you do, I will rip your fingers off and jam them down your throat, so do yourself a favor and don't. Crack. Your. Knuckles.
I've been in bed all day. I think I'm coming down with the flu or somethin'.
I think my shoulder might be dislocated and I woke up on a raft wearing a dress and thongs. So maybe my time here wasn't productive, but at least I'm leaving on a good note. Does anyone remember anything that happened last night, by any chance?
Sometimes I wonder why girls care so much about how they look. Like, go out in sweatpants and no makeup with your hair up in a bun, you'll look as beautiful ad you do with 20lbs of makeup on.
A party is exactly what's been needed here since we arrived. The bonfire was tame as fuck, and I haven't gotten drunk in a while. As by a while, I mean since Thursday. I need me some body shots.
Cabin #5? Yeah I... definitely don't know anyone in here. Alrighty.