-The Self-Centred Rantings of The Very Demented Jonny Baby, Vol. 20.08.04-

Ah, that FCUK LSE (which incidentally echoes my sentiments to a T) is finally over comes as a great relief, and undoubtedly brings with it a timely sense of satisfaction. And I can now hop off to Australia free of all reponsibility - just the way I like it.

Maybe it was the infectious enthusiasm of the freshers. Perhaps it was the sessions with the other committee members when we spoke of roosters. Or it could have been the ranking system the other councillors and I devised of the freshers (just the girls, actually). Something came over me those 2 days, a sensation I haven't felt in quite a while. It was, if I could put it this way, a little warm.

No, I didn't pee myself, you idiot. I think I was actually (gasp!) enjoying myself. Perish the thought!

Surprisingly, even the guys, who've been through the army and all, were willing to come out (no, they weren't in the closet) and play. And the girls were, well, girls. Gossiping, screaming a lot, the works.

Yvette, No, Zhjia and (gosh!!!! miracle of miracles!) Huifen didn't just stick to themselves as I'd expected they would, but decided to lower their defences for (albeit a grand total of) 2 days, and interact with the others. Sarah seemed rather dour at first, her face plastered with a perpetual frown. And yet, over time, she appeared to warm to the rest, and I might even have seen her laughing at some point. Curiouser and curiouser.
Of course, Zikang, Andrew, Justin, et al, got along rather well.
Seems this batch might turn out to be a pretty good one after all. None of that whole warring factions bullcrap.

Then again, there were 2 very apparent camps within the camp. While the guy flag was hoisted high on its pedestal, the reclusive girl cabal hid into the shadows and plotted. So I may yet be proven wrong. And conflict is always entertaining for the onlooker. Mwahahaha

Which reminds me, some of these year one girls are lookers!