Christmas Trolling

Over Christmas break, I went to Texas to visit my parents. I was gone for two weeks, in which my boyfriend was left alone with the Troll. At first I was glad to see my family, and merry times were had. But soon, I began to miss the chaos that the Troll caused, because life was too quiet for my liking. Soon enough, (well, not really, but let's just go with it.) I was able to catch the plane back to the Troll Dwelling that I call home.

I was tired, but I was also wound up due to finally being back in Vancouver, plus I had things to do and errands to run. (My boyfriend likes to make me run around like a chicken with its head cut off. I think he's a troll in his own way.)

After getting dropped off at home by my ride, I made my way upstairs, not entirely sure what to expect. I had been warned that something was going to happen, courtesy of The Troll, but I was curious as well as paranoid. When I opened the front door, I was greeted with a "HAH! HI-YA!" and a roundhouse kick to the face.

Okay that last part was a lie. But I really was greeted with a "Hah!" along with a few booster packs of Pokemon cards being shoved into my face. Well, hand, but face sounds funnier. Of course I jumped and screamed, and he laughed, but he walked back toward his dwelling, and I honestly thought that was it.

Being slightly disappointed that nothing more serious had been planned, even after all the build up I had been given, I called my boyfriend to let him know I was home. He asked me what The Troll had done, so with an air of disappointment, I told him I was just given Pokemon cards. My boyfriend wanted to speak to The Troll.

I passed the phone off, and I could hear them talking. Nick The Troll just looked up at me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, and I immediately backed up, realizing that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't done. I had no time to ask, as I had to go on my adventure called Our Car Needed New Tags and I Had To Buy Them, Also Taco Bell, and I completed this quest with my best friend, Megan.

I came back and since I was still wound up, yet tired, I curled up on the couch and played around on my computer for awhile. Mike came home that evening, and I was able to finally hug him and kiss him. It was like the ultimate quest prize. However, he wished to speak with Nick, so I just wrapped myself up in my snuggy (Texas is so much warmer than Vancouver, so I was freezing my arse off.) and stretched out with my computer. I was feeling so relaxed and happy, and I thought nothing was going to happen.

Well, I bet you all forgot about My Roommate Is A Troll.

My boyfriend, who was placed under The Troll's evil spell, and of course, The Troll, came out with two fully loaded auto-nerf machine guns, and proceeded to empty them and all corresponding clips onto me. I was a pile of orange. Or covered in, I should say.

It was then that I realized I was finally home. I also realized my sanity was beginning to slip at this point as for the next hour, every time I looked at the pile of nerf darts on the coffee table, I burst into hysterics again, which both men could hear, despite headphones and hiding in their dwellings.

Even though they got me good, I can still look back on this and laugh, because well....nerf darts are inherently funny. Seeing a pile of nerf darts sitting around, knowing that they will be used against me in the future is sanity-slipping hilarious.

Of course, I blame it on Nick the Troll. Because, with him, there is never a stopping point, only breaks in between.