"Would you fuck me? Cause I'd fuck me."
As usual the tight crowds and the sudden soberness that comes from drinking a few hours ago instead of all the time sent me running from the CMC dining hall and the very fun monty carlo. I left my chips with Sheila and I fled the crowds in my normal claustrophobic way.
As I walked back I had to walk past large hoards of CMC boys in baggy shirts and shorts, standing outside the dorms in my very, very, very sparkly dress. (Pics soon to come on facebook as soon as I get them from the Shee)
At least five or more men yelled "Nice dress!"
I yelled "Thank you" back and a few said "You're welcome"
I made sure to walk like I was angry (it is safer). I even made up something safe to say if someone stopped me. I was going to Camp Sec cause I was mad. Yes indeed. Fortunately, I didn't need to say that.
One dude actually stepped in front of my angry stomping (as angry as you can look in lots and lots of gold sequins) and asked, "Is Harvey Mudd that way?"
I replied, "Yes."
Him: "Are you going to Harvey Mudd?"
My reply: "No."
and I stomped past him to be greeted by another round of "Nice Dress!"
I'm sorry, but when I'm that sparkly, that hot, and that alone I am not going to talk to some random CMC dude who is dressed in a very baggy, very not formal, outfit.
Maybe I'm a snob, maybe I'm paranoid, maybe I'm a drunk, maybe I'm really really sparkly.
Or maybe I'm a LESBIAN.
I'm kind of horny. Why can't large groups of chicks dressed bad ass like harrass me as I walk back through CMC? I would totally talk to chicks. Just not large groups of fellows that I don't want to make eye contact with cause of the risk of having them start trailing after me.
Damn all you penises. Find something better to do then complimenting my incredibly hot and sparkly dress as I stomp through your campus.
As I walked back I had to walk past large hoards of CMC boys in baggy shirts and shorts, standing outside the dorms in my very, very, very sparkly dress. (Pics soon to come on facebook as soon as I get them from the Shee)
At least five or more men yelled "Nice dress!"
I yelled "Thank you" back and a few said "You're welcome"
I made sure to walk like I was angry (it is safer). I even made up something safe to say if someone stopped me. I was going to Camp Sec cause I was mad. Yes indeed. Fortunately, I didn't need to say that.
One dude actually stepped in front of my angry stomping (as angry as you can look in lots and lots of gold sequins) and asked, "Is Harvey Mudd that way?"
I replied, "Yes."
Him: "Are you going to Harvey Mudd?"
My reply: "No."
and I stomped past him to be greeted by another round of "Nice Dress!"
I'm sorry, but when I'm that sparkly, that hot, and that alone I am not going to talk to some random CMC dude who is dressed in a very baggy, very not formal, outfit.
Maybe I'm a snob, maybe I'm paranoid, maybe I'm a drunk, maybe I'm really really sparkly.
Or maybe I'm a LESBIAN.
I'm kind of horny. Why can't large groups of chicks dressed bad ass like harrass me as I walk back through CMC? I would totally talk to chicks. Just not large groups of fellows that I don't want to make eye contact with cause of the risk of having them start trailing after me.
Damn all you penises. Find something better to do then complimenting my incredibly hot and sparkly dress as I stomp through your campus.