We met Kevin, our gay friend who likes men with muscular backs. He wanted to know whether wearing an Anarchy shirt and sitting on a bench (smoking) would earn him a muscular back. We didn't think so. He was later seen in an Elmo shirt.
We frightened Ballerinas. Many 'rinas were frightened away by us flashing the "satan sign" with our hands and screaming "I will bury your god in my warm spit" and "Satan is your only god" etc etc. We got QUITE a reputation. They'd huddle together and whisper and point fearfully at us. :)
We stole from the cafeteria. Shame on us. In Leah's pearly Magic Bag, we transported many magical food items, such as:
a potato
a biscuit
a sandwich or two
AND: many, many cookies
We also took spoons in the Magic Bag. We were considering taking a waffle maker, but it wouldn't fit. (just kidding)
We went to classes. Yadda yadda yadda.
We went to dances and hid in the back. Others thought we were having "Satanic rituals." It was too funny. Actually, we were just making fun of this one girl who wore a) a neon urban camoflauge dress to the first dance and b) a "01-01-00" dress to the last dance. It was ... amusing. We were also discussing about how this one friend of ours must have contracted crabs.
We wore black lipstick. Mistake. One we'll probably be repeating this year.
We made fun of the frisbee players. It'd be okay if they actually CAUGHT the frisbee, but they never DID, and had to go chase after them time and again. It made us think of dogs named Rover and Fido who always ran after their owners' frisbees in the infamous game of... FETCH.
We went to the weekly activity: "Soap operas." TOO CLASSIC! EVERYONE MUST ATTEND THIS! You sit around and watch soap operas and make your own. It's too funny.
We went to the weekly activity: "Improv comedy." Like I said SOMEWHERE, about 3 days in, it gets old and fast.
We went into town and pawned things. Mwah ha ha ha ha.
We worshipped Walt.
We wrote songs. While listening to Orgy. We also began to like Eminem, ... it's a long story. Forget it.
We made up little ditties that went along the lines of: "My name is [censored], and due to your insufficient packaging, I have turned to the FEE-MALES... I have been greatly disillusioned by the sight of the male penis. I am no longer attracted to those of the MALE GENNNNNDER. I have since learned the many uses of the [censored]." Not for young ears.
We went to the daily "pick-up lines" and some guy (named Bob, who was into Metallica - Lydia loved him) ran up to Leah and said "You make my balls happy" (as opposed to the proper line on the SHEET that said "you make my EYEballs happy"). It was... interesting.
We had other miscellaneous good times. More to come! :)
