The real randomness.
Kristin, Iris and I were prancing around in the back carpark with shorts and pull-overs. That was 2-ish in the morning. The temperature? I figure it's about 7 degrees tonight.
Got bored laughing and running around after a while and realised it was starting to get chilly.( I think our nerves died from the harsh climate here ) Decided to huddle in Kristin's car to bitch and gossip about how analistic "mature adults" could actually be.
The Party People finally came back after a night of pizza( without Iris and I ), Burswood ( without Iris and I ) and a tour on the other side ( without Iris and I ). The 3 of us hopped on whilst the Party People alighted, except for the driver of course.
A very disillusioned girl who calls herself Boss, ordered the party driver to get off his seat, took charge of the steering wheel and brought us for a joy ride, 1km down the road and back into the carpark.
Her name is Iris Long.
Yeah. We're the losers who'd rather stay back in Hall, listen to Bri-ish jokes and how to use "Hot Damn". Figured cultural lessons are far more appealing than stuffing my face with different varieties of pizza and getting bored at the casino.
