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Barbara.
SnowAngel:
S.B.
SnowAngel:
Esbees!
mad maddie:
ahhh. clever.
SnowAngel:
are they all that tan or did you use a filter on the pics you posted?
mad maddie:
I’m so sore I can’t walk. my knees are banged up, I tore off half a fingernail, and I didn’t know how to put my harness on or tie any of the special knots. Zara had to help me, and she was nice about it, but toward the end I cld tell she was getting impatient.
SnowAngel:
she’s the one who invited you. she’s not allowed to feel impatient.
mad maddie:
yeah, cuz that’s the way it works.
mad maddie:
she and her buds have all these inside jokes, and most of their convos are about ppl I don’t know. and they have these lewd nicknames for each other, like they call Neesa “Teesa” as in “cock teasa.” and they were kind of crazy out there, racing up the cliff and then doing these victory yells from the top. I’m not saying that’s BAD. it’s just . . . I don’t know.
mad maddie:
but who cares, right? I went rock climbing! yay, me!
SnowAngel:
yay, you! you’re such a stud!
SnowAngel:
do you think Zo read my most recent FB status? the one that said how the bikini thing turned out to be a total joke?
mad maddie:
did you go to a real frat house?
SnowAngel:
???
mad maddie:
did you wear a real bikini?
SnowAngel:
yes, but there were no Sharpies, no blindfolds, and no body-flaw identification rituals.
SnowAngel:
we had to serve Jell-O shots off our bellies, THAT’S ALL IT TURNED OUT TO BE. and! for the record! tons of boys told me I looked hot in my bikini, and oneguy said I had the best ass in the entire Zeta pledge class!
mad maddie:
um . . . that’s a good thing?
SnowAngel:
omg, crashing hard. g’night, sweet Mads, who unlike some ppl doesn’t make me feel like a ho!
    Thu, Sept 26 , 8:44 AM P . D . T .
mad maddie:
cheezus christ, I did NOT need to see that.
zoegirl:
see what?
mad maddie:
Zara.
mad maddie:
squatting.
mad maddie:
pulling down her underwear.
mad maddie:
slapping on A PANTYLINER.
mad maddie:
in our room! in front of me! “la la la, don’t mind me, just putting on a pantyliner, la-di-da!”
zoegirl:
EW. inappropriate!
mad maddie:
agreed!
mad maddie:
but maybe I’m being a prude? maybe it’s like the bra thing, and how some of the girls go around braless, and I don’t want to notice, but I do?
zoegirl:
I would not want to see anyone put on a pantyliner.
zoegirl:
I definitely would not want anyone to see ME put on a pantyliner.
mad maddie:
yes, and I’m right there with you. but I feel like I’m judging Zara, and I don’t want to be a judging sort of person.
mad maddie:
for what it’s worth, she *did* offer me a pantyliner too.
zoegirl:
please tell me you’re kidding.
mad maddie:
I’m kidding—altho, ha. that wld have been funny.
zoegirl:
yeah, hilarious. that sounds like something YOU would do.
mad maddie:
except minus the pantyliner part, which means I wldn’t.
zoegirl:
Maddie, I think you’re judging yourself more harshly than you’re judging Zara. and guess what? you are *totally* allowed to not want to see your roomie putting on a pantyliner.
mad maddie:
yeah, yeah, yeah. but aren’t I supposed to be the uninhibited one
zoegirl:
what do you mean?
mad maddie:
I don’t know. just that that’s my job. I’m the wild one, Angela’s the boy-crazy one, and you’re the good-girl one.
zoegirl:
the good-girl one? I don’t want to be the good-girl one!
mad maddie:
yes you do, cuz that’s who you are. and I *thought* I was the wild one, only now Zara’s flinging pantyliners around and telling me she’s “yeasty” and screaming from the tops of mountains.
zoegirl:
um, that was a lot of info all at once. head is spinning.
mad maddie:
what makes it worse is that she clearly thinks I’m shy and is always apologizing for “freaking me out.”
”zoegirl:
I am