RUN BABY RUN
So the Oblation Run is done by the Alpha Phi Omega fraternity here, to commemorate some naked statue BUT SCREW HISTORY because commemorating some naked statue means they commemorate it nakedly! And running!
(okay, so I checked Wikipedia, which clearly knows more about UP than I do, and I'm completely wrong about everything I just said.)
Naturally, since UP isn't actually the sex-fueled liberal activist university everyone whispers about (proven by myself, when I was the one shocking all the poor little Filipino freshmen in my first year by just oddly being myself), a Whole Lot Of Repressed Freshmen And People In General turn out to see the frat boys.
It happened today at lunch, at Palma Hall. I arrived from an earlier class at 11:30. By 11:45 CSA was packed. By 11:50 the whole Palma Hall lobby was packed. By noon everyone was yelling. And Kyle who is actually straight but looks like a gay guy, Sasha who knows how to zoom in really well on genitalia, and Joma who just likes the footage Sasha shoots, and I were all on the steps, with around five billion people waiting. Everyone was pressing forward and around like. 100% had cameras or camera phones or video cams. It was insane. Sometimes everyone would start SCREAMING for like, two minutes, and suddenly whoops, false alarm! It was hot and wet and sticky but not in the ways I preferred, and then.
Naked boys. Running. Handing out roses. (With anti-government placards, odd; I suppose sex does sell ideas?) Everyone went insane. In hindsight, everyone was twelve.
Of course, to protect their identities (because really, when you run like that in front of a hysterical mob, you shrink like anything, and to be honest some of you are fat and gross) the guys wore Venetian masks over ski masks, but NO, some of them basically took the masks off, so oh my god, whenever I pass those frat boys I can think "ALL YOUR MYSTIQUE IS GONE, AND YOU DON'T TRIM" and hope they don't see me feeling unimpressed but giddy.
...gee, I'm twelve too.
Funnily, that was my day.
(okay, so I checked Wikipedia, which clearly knows more about UP than I do, and I'm completely wrong about everything I just said.)
Naturally, since UP isn't actually the sex-fueled liberal activist university everyone whispers about (proven by myself, when I was the one shocking all the poor little Filipino freshmen in my first year by just oddly being myself), a Whole Lot Of Repressed Freshmen And People In General turn out to see the frat boys.
It happened today at lunch, at Palma Hall. I arrived from an earlier class at 11:30. By 11:45 CSA was packed. By 11:50 the whole Palma Hall lobby was packed. By noon everyone was yelling. And Kyle who is actually straight but looks like a gay guy, Sasha who knows how to zoom in really well on genitalia, and Joma who just likes the footage Sasha shoots, and I were all on the steps, with around five billion people waiting. Everyone was pressing forward and around like. 100% had cameras or camera phones or video cams. It was insane. Sometimes everyone would start SCREAMING for like, two minutes, and suddenly whoops, false alarm! It was hot and wet and sticky but not in the ways I preferred, and then.
Naked boys. Running. Handing out roses. (With anti-government placards, odd; I suppose sex does sell ideas?) Everyone went insane. In hindsight, everyone was twelve.
Of course, to protect their identities (because really, when you run like that in front of a hysterical mob, you shrink like anything, and to be honest some of you are fat and gross) the guys wore Venetian masks over ski masks, but NO, some of them basically took the masks off, so oh my god, whenever I pass those frat boys I can think "ALL YOUR MYSTIQUE IS GONE, AND YOU DON'T TRIM" and hope they don't see me feeling unimpressed but giddy.
...gee, I'm twelve too.
Funnily, that was my day.