Enter the alternate universe of perfection; where all are eager to establish a functioning utopia where billards are the shit and transnational advocacy groups are even more “G.” Where Late night discussion characterised by collegiate vocabulary and sophisticatedly articulated lewd jokes take place at an alarming rate and where people manage to stay up until 5 o’clock, actually doing the assigned reading. This is TASP.
Dramatis Personae
Enters;
Interesting boy from Atlanta with impressive Welsh accent. Plays pool well and has a knack for being quite witty.
Indian kid with marked british accent; could possibly be an ambassador already with his extensive knowledge and sophisticated manner of speech.
Awesome asian wit mad krazy tennis skills >.<
Awesome asians #2 and 3 wit mad krazy table tennis skills
Intune multiracial girl with creative mind and Californian rhythm
Girl from Brooklyn who’s too aweet to be a girl from Brooklyn
White girls #1-5+ who, mostly b/c of my failure to give a damn, have not really established distinct personalities from one another. To be sure, sometimes I have the urge to just slap numbers on their foreheads to make my life easier.
Black girl with sass who also attended tass. damn, that rhyme was hot
And an wide array of approx. 20 ppl who are equally confusing yet astounding
The utopian society progresses everyday. Whether we are smacking huge insects off of the only available roll of toilet paper, explaining why it is possible for a bullet to pierce a man’s scrotum and embed itself into a woman’s womb resulting in her impregnation (although @ the bullet’s speed, it’s difficult to believe that any genetic material in the semen wouldn’t disintegrate), or simply bat-hunting (I’ll elaborate later) we manage to govern ourselves effectively and maturely. It’s going to be a long yet mind-bending six weeks.
