snacking is better than god
Sep. 7th, 2006 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sureiThere's something that's just awesome about going to snack and talking - until nearly 12:30 - about racks, come-ons, disturbed freshmen (in ballroom), flaming bovines of death, and secret societies for "Fuck you Bob" with friends I've known my entire time at Pomona. We really should have had a tape recorder. Or something.
Also correct dance frames and how they can keep you from falling. And repressed hormones. And boob-taping. And so on. I just wish I could remember everything we covered, and how we got there.
Oh yes! And creating a new religion.
I am so glad I managed to get my homework done before this.
And, of course, on walking back, I had to choose between the seemingly more-lighted, less-known path, and the more-known path that went through the parking lot behind Big Bridges. I strode with whistle in hand, just in case, not that it was necessary. Otherwise I'd be writing about that instead of flaming bovines. By which I mean cow lighters. That is, a lighter shaped like a cow, with the flame coming out of its snout.
Not... well...
Um.
Also correct dance frames and how they can keep you from falling. And repressed hormones. And boob-taping. And so on. I just wish I could remember everything we covered, and how we got there.
Oh yes! And creating a new religion.
I am so glad I managed to get my homework done before this.
And, of course, on walking back, I had to choose between the seemingly more-lighted, less-known path, and the more-known path that went through the parking lot behind Big Bridges. I strode with whistle in hand, just in case, not that it was necessary. Otherwise I'd be writing about that instead of flaming bovines. By which I mean cow lighters. That is, a lighter shaped like a cow, with the flame coming out of its snout.
Not... well...
Um.