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January 10, 2003
Epicurean Complaints
My Philosophy class decided to make full use of the blasted summer sun and hold our discussions at the library's South Lawn. South Lawn is a place where Melb Uni students enjoy frolicking on the grass, basking in the sun.
But not me.
Yesterday's class already rendered me sun-burnt and completely dehydrated. Today, I come armoured. With my hat and my shades and a generous slather of sun-screen, I'm prepared to face the sun and endure an hour of philosophical discourse and the persistence of the summer fly. That and the grass. I don't like grass. I don't like sitting on grass. I think it's already unhygenic and there's no way I can voice it out to an entire class of ecstatic sun-revellers.
So I'm stuck on South Lawn for the rest of the fortnight. And closer to getting skin cancer.
And no, I do not think I'm a hypochondriac.
Listening to: Tom Waits. His songs make things better. You know?
Posted by lainey at January 10, 2003 12:53 PM
Comments
I am sure the grass have no desire to be sat on either but then who's going to give a voice to those poor green defenseless blades of chlorophyl ? LAINEY!!! GO CHAMPION OF THE THIN AND WEAK!! Return to sun to those whom it belongs to. You can just hear the grass chanting:
GRASS NOT ASS! GRASS NOT ASS!!
WE WANT OUR SUN! GIVE GRASS SUN! NO MORE ASS!
MORE SUN LESS BUNS! STAY OFF THE GRASS :p
Posted by: Irish at January 12, 2003 12:40 PM
sometimes, you really make me laugh :p
Posted by: lainey at January 12, 2003 04:55 PM