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Sooooo last night
we went to coyote crossing for michelle's birthday dinner, which was tasty as all hell.
And then we decided to go to the midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture show at the Bryn Mawr Film insitute.
Soooo much fucking fun.
I mean, I think of myself as amused in the way that I would be amused at a star trek convention: I like star trek and I can appreciate it and all, but I do not choose to make it my life --- I always hestitate to completely enter the cult. That's not to say I wouldn't have a helluva lot of fun at a star trek convention, but it would retain a large element of tongue and cheek, laughing with them and laughing at them simultaneously. So is it with Rocky Horror Picture show folk - the ones who know all the lines just a little too well and clearly take it just a little too seriously. I enjoy their company once in a great while, but I also hope I never wake up and find myself amonst their ranks.
But anyways, a good time was had by all.
Oh, and I now have a nose ring and look something like
My father's comment : "Well now, that's certainly a lot more noticeable, isn't it..."
And my mother "...it's really big. .......Linds, it's really big."
I don't think they like it.
PS Art history notes take forrr fucking ever. Am I really supposed to be writing that much?
PPS Where the fuck should I go to college. I thought I'd narrowed it down but now I'm not sure at all. I think my mother really wants me to go to yale for some reason?? I need helppppp.
we went to coyote crossing for michelle's birthday dinner, which was tasty as all hell.
And then we decided to go to the midnight showing of Rocky Horror Picture show at the Bryn Mawr Film insitute.
Soooo much fucking fun.
I mean, I think of myself as amused in the way that I would be amused at a star trek convention: I like star trek and I can appreciate it and all, but I do not choose to make it my life --- I always hestitate to completely enter the cult. That's not to say I wouldn't have a helluva lot of fun at a star trek convention, but it would retain a large element of tongue and cheek, laughing with them and laughing at them simultaneously. So is it with Rocky Horror Picture show folk - the ones who know all the lines just a little too well and clearly take it just a little too seriously. I enjoy their company once in a great while, but I also hope I never wake up and find myself amonst their ranks.
But anyways, a good time was had by all.
Oh, and I now have a nose ring and look something like
My father's comment : "Well now, that's certainly a lot more noticeable, isn't it..."
And my mother "...it's really big. .......Linds, it's really big."
I don't think they like it.
PS Art history notes take forrr fucking ever. Am I really supposed to be writing that much?
PPS Where the fuck should I go to college. I thought I'd narrowed it down but now I'm not sure at all. I think my mother really wants me to go to yale for some reason?? I need helppppp.