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School is awfully different when I'm just there by myself. Sometimes I can go a whole day without talking to anybody, so I've turned it into a social experiment, listening to how much people will say when they don't think anyone is listening.
Turns out, not a lot. Nothing substantial, nothing of depth. After I'd finished my work in calculus today I sat there listening to Harrison and Ben talk about their radio heroes, the mysogynistic masterminds behind Whip 'Em Out Wednesdays - where female drivers are encouraged to flash their breasts at any male driver with a 'WOW' sticker in their car, and the worst game I have ever heard, 'Guess What's In My Pants'. I'll try to contain my disgust as I describe it... a female caller rubs the phone against her... most private of parts, and male contestants try to guess whether she'd sporting a "brillo", a "triangle", a "Hitler" or a "Wood Floor".
Ew. Ew. Ew.
I miss intelligent conversation.
Turns out, not a lot. Nothing substantial, nothing of depth. After I'd finished my work in calculus today I sat there listening to Harrison and Ben talk about their radio heroes, the mysogynistic masterminds behind Whip 'Em Out Wednesdays - where female drivers are encouraged to flash their breasts at any male driver with a 'WOW' sticker in their car, and the worst game I have ever heard, 'Guess What's In My Pants'. I'll try to contain my disgust as I describe it... a female caller rubs the phone against her... most private of parts, and male contestants try to guess whether she'd sporting a "brillo", a "triangle", a "Hitler" or a "Wood Floor".
Ew. Ew. Ew.
I miss intelligent conversation.