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[reenka]

Yet another sign my perspective is shot all to hell: in our student newspaper, the front-page story was that 3 male dormmates were stuck in an elevator in their dorm for 2 and a half hours.

And what did they do?? They went to sleep!!

They. Went. To. Sleep!!

My immediate thought was: WHERE IS THE BOYSMUT??! (...They could've at least bonded! Or... something.)

...On a semi-related note, two of the boys say they've been trapped in the other elevator in the building once before (for 45 minutes). Apparently, the elevators in our newest dorm break down often. Alas, the boys aren't gay enough.

P.S. Badfic is so beautiful. I want to do a list of worst lines for HP, but am too lazy, dammit.

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[stellabelle.livejournal.com]

Alas, the boys aren't gay enough.
Ehehehehe. You need to come to my university. Because. Here we have seasonable weather, and boys who like other boys. Heee. The sad thing is they're so busy being all up on each other that they have no time (um, and also, no desire, clearly) to be ALL UP ON ME! Dammit.

The other day I was walking to class behind some frat boys and they were talking to each other, like:
Frat Boy #1: "Dude, is Adam (or whatever name), like, seeing that guy, y'know, from that thing last week?"
Frat Boy #2: "Um. I think so. I've seen them holding hands and shit. But he seems happy, so. Y'know. Dude."
Frat Boy #1: "Yeah. Dude."
[Here you must picture me trying to discreetly inch closer in three inch heels. Cause I'm shameless like that.]
Frat Boy #2: "Cause, like. Um. The other day, dude, I walked in, and they were laying on the couch, right. And I didn't realize it was them cause the lights were out, but then..."

And that is when I realized I was at the door to my poetry lecture and I was thinking "NOOOOOO WHAT WERE THEY DOINGGGGGGGGGG?!" BUT THEY KEPT WALKING! And I couldn't hear. SADNESS.

...You can tell I've been waiting all week for the proper time to tell that (unamusing) story, ahahaha. IT WAS THE PINNACLE OF MY WEEK. Or not. Y'know...dude.

[notrafficlights.livejournal.com]

Hee. The ones at my uni are very political. They kind of travel in pairs and try and get your to vote in the elections/become involved in social issues and stuff. Which is cool, cos they'll buy you beers if you give them 5 minutes to talk about gay rights or student fee hikes or land rights for single-mother black whales or whatever it is. And after about the 5th beer, my replies usually are something like, "I'll sign anything if it means I can see two guys kissing each other in public", which, y'know, I have intellectual/political investment in as well as my perverted desires (at least, that's what I tell myself).

Oh, and then there's the "straight" guys who announce "MY HOMOSEXUAL FANTASY IS ANTONIO BANDERAS" at the top of their voice in the middle of the Great Court (big park area in the centre of the campus), which just make me piss myself laughing.

[stellabelle.livejournal.com]

Man, everything at my university is political, seems like. Heh. But it's cool, makes things interesting.

Wheee, free beer. Except I can't drink beer, cause I'm snobby & all (ahahaha). But. Still, cool! :)

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

eheheheh!! Man, that's tempting :> :> Here, we have lots of cold wind, rain, crappy weather and fraternity boys who wear BLACK and CHANT THINGS in PUBLIC. But you should come over and bring some of those gay boys to cross-breed. I have a spare room. For them, or you, either way :D


Man... I'm jealous. That is way cooler than any story I have up my sleeves, and my campus is pretty crazy. Maybe I just live in my own little world too much. *sigh* Yeah I know I do ^^;;
Oooh, we have the Gay and Theater Geeks table at the dining hall. Sometimes they tease each other (two of them are boyfriends) and make sexual references (OOOOOOH). Um. yeah -.- hehehe

[stellabelle.livejournal.com]

Haha, the amount of these sort of stories that I have...man, it's frightening.

My favorite, of course, is the time a friend and I were walking out of the dining hall (oh, school food, how I shall not miss you when I leave here). Um. Anyway. When we got outside, there was this woman handing out flyers of something, and when we walked by, she handed them to us (but with free candy, so we wouldn't pay attention to what they said till we got far away). Which was a good idea, cause they were those 'marriage is a sacred bond between a man and a woman, please honor the sanctity of such a union' blah blah type crap. I mean, first of all, you just don’t hand out stuff like that here. Haha, we try to be more conservative, I mean, we got the Young Republicans Club last year, but. Um. So we were off on our ‘why-are-people-so-closed-minded-arghhh’ rant.

And then. We saw two boys making out in their car. I <3 irony, man.

(And, like. I did not have to be forcibly dragged away while going ‘But! Boys! Making out! Mmmboyyyyys…’ And by ‘did not’ I of course mean ‘totally did’. Er.)