(MINT CHIP) CHAOS

I'm way behind on this but whatevskies. Last weekend saw an Owns Me retreat. In the woods. With a bunch of other people from Owns Me and other godforsaken terrible people. There were some not terrible people present: me, V.I. Melanin, Art Vandal Ay, Uday Pulaski, Swaship and little scamp Salvador. This retreat started on Saturday afternoon and didn't end till Monday at three o'clock, I know thats really only 48 hours, but it felt more like 48 years. There were some highs, some lows.

Some Highs:
I reinvented both sleeping and drawing on the (school) bus ride up there.
Guess which four people roomed together and only really spoke to each other the whole time.
V.I. is really good at being an asshole and getting away with it. But you don't even know if hes truly being an asshole because he sounds so sincere; he's THAT good.
Graham Cracker Ice Cream (YES!) Mint Chip Chaos (YESSER!)
Ice is made out of sticks.
Wi-fi works for some.
Some fun pictures were taken in the woods during our forty-five minutes of free time. Yep, just the forty-five. These pictures will make their way onto Facebook eventually.
Being cliquey.
Mock cocaine.
Then we left. That was perhaps the best.

Some Lows:
"Pushing 7." That kind of speaks for itself, considering who said it and he will not be mentioned.
There was this really skinny Catholic Woody Allen, a skinny dirty ratboy, a dark person, a fat person, an extremely weird person.
Wi-fi works for some.
The pubic hair that didn't belong to me.
Other people's foodplates.
Team building exercises followed by a debate about gay marriage that somehow started off with Dorothy Day.
Being there, in general.

Pooper Bowl tomorrow. And then the day after that a bunch of terrible people will complain about how we should have school.

Also, DAY TWO.