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The extended weekend of sleep-deprivation and hectic weirdness known as Ring Night now completed, I am free to return to the internet.
Ring Night was lots of fun. I was placed into a group at the last minute, but they all turned out to be really nice and very enthusiastic (and I’ve learned that being willing to strip down to nothing but bikini briefs and paint yourself purple for the cause—“your senior sisters want you to crate a mural using non-toxic paint and your bodies”—goes a long way in establishing street cred). My demands weren’t too impossible to fulfil, and some of them were even fun. Plus, our skits (command performances before the Senior class) were the best of the lot. “Peter Pan: The Hiphopera” (the senior assigned us the topic) got a standing ovation, plus wolf-whistles and hollers when Tinkerbell performed her dance to “I’ve Got the Magic Stick.” Choreography pays off, as does having someone hot play Tinkerbell.
And now for the fic, accomplished in between English essays and Creative Writing assignments.
( Agent Sands: The Owner’s Guide and Maintenance Manuel )
In other news, I’ve got tickets to see Metallica play at the Roanoke Civic Center Saturday night. My roommate (whose musical tastes are less diverse than mine, which is why we have a tacit agreement that she always gets to chose the music in the room) foolishly did not want to come, so I shall go alone and enjoy it greatly.
Ring Night was lots of fun. I was placed into a group at the last minute, but they all turned out to be really nice and very enthusiastic (and I’ve learned that being willing to strip down to nothing but bikini briefs and paint yourself purple for the cause—“your senior sisters want you to crate a mural using non-toxic paint and your bodies”—goes a long way in establishing street cred). My demands weren’t too impossible to fulfil, and some of them were even fun. Plus, our skits (command performances before the Senior class) were the best of the lot. “Peter Pan: The Hiphopera” (the senior assigned us the topic) got a standing ovation, plus wolf-whistles and hollers when Tinkerbell performed her dance to “I’ve Got the Magic Stick.” Choreography pays off, as does having someone hot play Tinkerbell.
And now for the fic, accomplished in between English essays and Creative Writing assignments.
( Agent Sands: The Owner’s Guide and Maintenance Manuel )
In other news, I’ve got tickets to see Metallica play at the Roanoke Civic Center Saturday night. My roommate (whose musical tastes are less diverse than mine, which is why we have a tacit agreement that she always gets to chose the music in the room) foolishly did not want to come, so I shall go alone and enjoy it greatly.
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