i scream for ice cream

Welcome to the night before finals ice cream party. Holla.

So basically we consumed a large amount of ice cream in a short amount of time as we pretended to be men. Instead of studying for our exams the next day we talked about boys, religion, and clothes. I love getting to bond with my third floor girls over dairy products and girly conversations.

Our toes were kept warm by the heaps of blankets we dragged into the hall, where we blocked anyone trying to come through. Basically we were just one big annoying mess in the middle of the place where everyone was trying to get to their rooms. You make a lot of friends that way.

We scream for Blue Bell ice cream.