litwing / dance clinic
I maintain that schooldays are always great when teachers cancel classes. Hooray to Perry and Barney, who had a shitty enough time schedule to give us some slack. We went to Venezia where I spent a lot of money on soup, ice cream and chicken steaks. Vincee and I gossiped a lot. I love Vincee tonnes, but that's difficult to miss.
I went for Lit Wing. No one went for Lit Wing. We did the Brownian Theory of Connective Sense. Actually, it was possibly a label that had more scientific or philosophical connotations, as I'm just bullshitting. It was great. Seriously, some great lines were read. I wonder if this is how Sylvia Plath writes her poetry.
Gery, Andrew (Foo) and I went to watch people at the dance clinic. I went to watch Lisa and Jill, the loveable honeys from 14/15. Gery went to perv on Random Dance Senior whom she salivates continuously over. Andrew went only because we peer pressured him into doing so.
Classic conversation:
Sam: Lisa has a really perky butt.
Gery: Yeah.
Andrew: So, what colour is it?
We walked really slowly to class and to the bus-stop because we kept gossiping about brilliant people in humans. Gery kept trying to be humble and denying her braininess. I'm just sort of happy that I've found people who take the same bus as I do home.
posted by enveloping @ 6:59 PM
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