Changing My Life: Day 48
Muse #5 is out. Actually it's been out for 30 hours. And man, it looks reeeeally good. I've been getting compliments over and over since yesterday. Everyone seems genuinely impressed with the layout and content. Hey, I'm doing what I can, people.
Re-shot my film. Another $30+ down the drain. But if it means a better grade, I got to do it.
We crazy COM students. Boink was released last night, to tepid party response and a bust. Basically, Boink is a magazine created by BU students, featuring BU students, naked. That's right, we have our own porn magazine. And its release party last night was busted by police, as the party hosts were allowing underaged people drink.
Good one, idiots.
This is why we're a DRY campus.
Needless to say, the buzz is Boink is a pretty damn good porn magazine. I assume I'll be checking it out at some point in the next week or so. I ain't gonna buy it, but I'm sure I'll find someone's copy of it and...yeah...I'll be peering. And why? Well, it's just awesome to see that pretty-hot-chick-in-your-history-class-who-you-can't-talk-to naked. Cause then you can just look at her in class and say, "Yeah, I've seen 'em. And they're AMAZING."
I mean, "Playboy" is one thing. You're probably not going to see those models. Ever.
But with this magazine, you're bound to probably see at least half of these models before the year is over. How cool is that? It's always cool seeing someone clothed after you've seen them naked. You just feel like you know them better.
Part of me wonders if anyone I know well has posed. I can't imagine anyone I know posing...but you never know...
Day 48: First impressions are crucial in life. Today hadn this to a stranger and find out what impression you made.
Went to Late Nite and saw a girl talking to Ingrid and Cindy. So I decided to give her the book and let her write.
"Pleasant, friendly, energetic."
That's weak. I mean, that's what your 2nd grade teacher writes about you on your report card.
"Timmy was a joy to have in class! He always helped with erasing the board and never interrupted my lessons. He's pleasant, friendly, energetic."
So lame. But it's okay. I can imagine something much worse.
"Kind of weird- I mean, he keeps looking at me. And not even at me, but at my breasts. Why is he still looking at my breasts? My shirt ain't coming off any time soon. Jesus. Also, he smells."
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I do consider myself a breast man. Just thought I'd let all you know.
Re-shot my film. Another $30+ down the drain. But if it means a better grade, I got to do it.
We crazy COM students. Boink was released last night, to tepid party response and a bust. Basically, Boink is a magazine created by BU students, featuring BU students, naked. That's right, we have our own porn magazine. And its release party last night was busted by police, as the party hosts were allowing underaged people drink.
Good one, idiots.
This is why we're a DRY campus.
Needless to say, the buzz is Boink is a pretty damn good porn magazine. I assume I'll be checking it out at some point in the next week or so. I ain't gonna buy it, but I'm sure I'll find someone's copy of it and...yeah...I'll be peering. And why? Well, it's just awesome to see that pretty-hot-chick-in-your-history-class-who-you-can't-talk-to naked. Cause then you can just look at her in class and say, "Yeah, I've seen 'em. And they're AMAZING."
I mean, "Playboy" is one thing. You're probably not going to see those models. Ever.
But with this magazine, you're bound to probably see at least half of these models before the year is over. How cool is that? It's always cool seeing someone clothed after you've seen them naked. You just feel like you know them better.
Part of me wonders if anyone I know well has posed. I can't imagine anyone I know posing...but you never know...
Day 48: First impressions are crucial in life. Today hadn this to a stranger and find out what impression you made.
Went to Late Nite and saw a girl talking to Ingrid and Cindy. So I decided to give her the book and let her write.
"Pleasant, friendly, energetic."
That's weak. I mean, that's what your 2nd grade teacher writes about you on your report card.
"Timmy was a joy to have in class! He always helped with erasing the board and never interrupted my lessons. He's pleasant, friendly, energetic."
So lame. But it's okay. I can imagine something much worse.
"Kind of weird- I mean, he keeps looking at me. And not even at me, but at my breasts. Why is he still looking at my breasts? My shirt ain't coming off any time soon. Jesus. Also, he smells."
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I do consider myself a breast man. Just thought I'd let all you know.