Pants

I'm so sick of people.
I do one goddamn thing this weekend that is blown up to be a huge deal.
I went to Charleston. I stayed with a good friend of mine that I have known for forever who attends the school. We stayed out for the night.

Since when does that mean I automatically do immature whore related things?
Erin didn't really know the people we were staying with all that well and she posted a comment saying "I stayed on this guys futon" to someone, I can see how that can seem a little sketchy.
But in all honesty it wasn't at all. I didn't hook up with anyone at all that whole night. Didn't want to and didn't plan on it. So I don't care if "3 out of 5" students at CofC have an STD, simply because I don't care to have any contact with them to get myself accounted with one. I just wanted to have a mini getaway this weekend because I did not feel like being here.
Friday night was a lot of fun, going camping with Bridget & Tony, was amazing. It was really chill, and we just made fools of ourselves. Indian dancing to tribal music on Ipod speakers around the bonfire, making s'mores, going kayaking and being completely silly goons.
It was perfect, three friends just enjoying the outdoors :)

And although everyone made a huge nothing out of Charleston, overall it was a fun time.
Not something I will be doing very often however, it was an experience.

From now on, I will no longer care about the stupid things people inquire. i'll just have myself a good fucking time, and not worry about a thing.