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'Serenity'


Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Zenkitty - May 13, 2010 1:35:42 am PDT #19195 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Body hair and Latin camp. What would I do without y'all?


WindSparrow - May 13, 2010 2:16:23 am PDT #19196 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

This one time at science camp....


smonster - May 13, 2010 3:55:26 am PDT #19197 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Oh dear heavens, I'm watching Steel Magnolias-- peplums, pastels, big hair, and bows (ass and hair) galore. It's like a smorgasbord of every bad southern 80s fashion tragedy.

"My colors are blush and bashful."

"Your colors are PINK and PINK."

I've never shaved my head but I did buzz it once by accident. I thought the guard was longer... it was 1/4". My mother had a hissy fit (I was 27 at the time). Not my best look ever, but I liked all the head rubs I got.

I went to Governor's School, a six week summer camp where you could specialize in one of 9 or 10 subjects (French was mine) and also learn about philosophy and social issues. It was REVELATORY. Smart people not ashamed to be smart! Allowed to be other things besides smart! Lordy, was I miserable at high school after that, especially since I went before junior year and most everyone else were rising seniors. I stayed up all hours talking to my roommate(and got very sick due to sleep dep), played beach volleyball everyday, became a fierce player of Egyptian Rat Screw, kissed two boys (both of whom dissed me, the jerks), watched a hell of a lot of music videos (that was the summer of November Rain), and yes, learned quite a lot of French. Good freaking times.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - May 13, 2010 4:16:35 am PDT #19198 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

We don't have summer camps, really. There are a few, but it's not a British tradition. We spent summers with our grandparents who lived at the seaside, being taken to donkey sanctuaries.

There was an unsuccessful attempt, one Easter break (two-week school holiday), to send me and my sister to a sports week at the local leisure centre. My sister did gymnastics and had a fantastic time. I eventually discovered, to my great relief, that the less cool kids were doing art and crafts in a tiny room upstairs. I was not surviving well.


Fred Pete - May 13, 2010 4:16:43 am PDT #19199 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.

OMG Erin, were you also a JCLer?

Another JCLer here, at least during the two years I took Latin. Our school was something of a force at state conventions, mainly because Mrs. Silness was such a live-wire teacher that she had no trouble keeping classes interesting. My Certamen specialty was history, but I could at least pitch in just about anywhere.


WindSparrow - May 13, 2010 4:17:45 am PDT #19200 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

It was REVELATORY. Smart people not ashamed to be smart! Allowed to be other things besides smart!

Science camp was similar in that regard. Definitely a taste of the better aspects of uni (which at least one h.s. teacher had promised, that as miserable as I was there, I would love being in college).


Strix - May 13, 2010 4:23:39 am PDT #19201 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

I was the only kid at our school to go, but I went 2 years because I had such a good time. It was the only camp I ever went to, besides Bible camp when I was a kid, which was Arts&Crafts, with a leetle mellow Jesus singing Kumbayya by the campfire.


tommyrot - May 13, 2010 4:26:35 am PDT #19202 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I never went to camp. If I had gone to camp, my only option would have been bible camp.


smonster - May 13, 2010 4:29:26 am PDT #19203 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

which at least one h.s. teacher had promised, that as miserable as I was there, I would love being in college

Exactly.

They're charging $500 tuition for GS this year, which sucks, and they cut the number of attendees. Stupid budget issues. I hope there are some scholarships.


Jessica - May 13, 2010 4:31:28 am PDT #19204 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset

I wasn't raised in a very religious household, but for some reason we always went to Jewish summer camps. The JCC day camps when we were younger, and then Camp Harlam when we were old enough for sleepaway camps.

I pretty much hated everything about camp except for color war because that was when the kayaks came out.