"Umm...Could You Not Eat Our Graham Crackers?"

Ok so I haven't posted in about two weeks, so sorry for that. I've had so much going on that I can't really even see straight.

Now, though, I'm about to fall asleep in my keyboard. I actually caught myself drooling in my last class. Embarrassing. Why am I a good back-scratching and a warm glass of milk away from a coma you ask? Well, it's a story that can only be fully understood on the Texas Tech campus, but I'll do my best to describe it.

The Tech v. UT game is this Saturday. If we were to win, none of the rest of the games would matter. We would be so pumped about a win against UT that we'd talk about it for the next year (example: our 2008 win). Tons of people camp out in a place called "Raiderville" for the game in order to get good seats. We began camping Monday and the game is on Saturday. When we got there, the population of Raiderville was 417. This morning it was 1571. We sort of like football here.

Anyway, everyone has to wake up and starting scanning their id's to prove that they were there at 4:30 am. So, when you go to bed at 12 or 1, you're bound to be tired. Understandable. But, when assholes feel the need to scream stupid obscenities and chants all night long, I'm out of the game.

For example, last night, one group of campers (read: intoxicated douchers) decided to start a Raiderville-wide game of "Penis". If you are not familiar with the penis game, you obviously did not go to 8th grade in the new millennium. Y2K brought us some pretty legit stuff, tell you what. It works like this: one person says "penis", another person says "penis" louder and so on. Eventually, if played right, you'll have someone screaming about male genitalia at the top of their lungs in a social situation. Sounds hilarious, right? Well, it is if you're going through puberty and realizing you have a penis (aka 7th-8th grade), but not when you're trying to get to sleep so you can have a tiny shred of energy for your 8 am class (which you sit in the front row for) the next morning. So that's fun.

My absolute favorite, though, is when you're trying to get a baby tiger snooze in for the night and a group of girls are standing what sounds like right outside the tent debating on whether or not they should sleep in their makeup.

1. Why wear makeup camping anyway?

2. If you're going to debate this, get far away from me.

After about 10 minutes of the ever intriguing makeup debate, my friend Lexi (resident badass of the group) yells "JUST SLEEP IN IT".

As much as this experience sounds like it would suck, I'm actually having an incredible time sitting around a campfire playing games with my closest friends and making smores. That's all I have for today. Thanks for reading, everyone!

Syd

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