sometimes your brother asks you to play beer pong at 1 am. and you do. and then you bombard him about guy questions. and you don't listen, just as you haven't listened all week. scariness. have i mentioned i am twelve years old?

maybe i'm just insane in the first place.

also, team laser? rocks my socks.

not going home until wednesday now though. but its worth it right? right. see left, above, below.