The sporadic episodes of thought and feeling, unfiltered, that I am prone to and need to release.

7.5.07

Death by Sexy

You gotta love OU. Mom's Weekend just wrapped up. For those of you who haven't been blessed with the experience, 40 and 50-something moms descended on Ohio University for a couple days in an effort to outdrink and outslut their daughters. That may sound very harsh, but ask anyone who went to OU. It's absolutely true. Moms try to and hook up with college guys (if they haven't drunk them under the table first). It's really... icky as far as I'm concerned.
Off the heels of that eventful weekend comes a new thing: Ohio University SexFest 2007! For a wonder, there's no information I could find about it on the OU site, but here's a picture (sort of) of the flyers posted all over the place. This is the first time something like this is happening; I certainly would have remembered this occurring in the past.
Now, I'm sure the goal of this is to promote discussion and awareness of, uh, sex. Because if there's something we don't talk about enough, it's sex. But look at some of these events. Mass porn watching. What's that going to accomplish except demonstrate who enjoys watching porn with other people? I mean, there's nothing wrong about this week per se... but it just feels very off. I wonder if any parents on a tour have noticed these signs and what they think about it. I'm tempted to follow a group around to find out.

Got to play some tennis earlier today. That was a lot of fun, and I hate myself for not finding ways to play more. Evan and I didn't get to finish our match as our court time was up; I was ahead 2-0 in the third set. But, like I said, it was a lot of fun. And I was outside. I like being outside. So I'm going to try and do more of that. Plus, I took some of my old balls and put them on the legs of my chair so it moves all smooth and quiet. I feel like I accomplished something and that I'm in fourth grade again.
But darn it, my volleys have gone all to crap. And my forehand got real loose at times. And my backhand needs all sorts of work. I love this game, but it drives me crazy!

Based on the couple hours of tennis and the three hours of bike riding I did Friday, I've already started to turn brown. I'm excited for the line around my ankles to become more pronounced.

We're doing another forecast again tomorrow in Intro to Weather. I gotta make a good one if I want to keep my lead in the class. Bonus points are at stake! And I suppose I should study for that exam on Wednesday. And maybe start that paper due next week in history. No rest for the wicked.

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