prefrosh

Things are slowly coming together. I know where I'm living next year. Hurrah for the international house!

Last night, Lucas went into a chat room for potential Brown pre-frosh. He's already preying on the little freshmen, and they haven't even decided to come here yet. It's either epic planning ahead, or ethically questionable, or (most likely) both.

Lucas: My closing line is always "Fuck bitches, get money."
Andrew: Lucas, how exactly do you see yourself?
Lucas: Hm. A combination of... Rorschach and Barney.
David: Rorschach didn't fuck bitches or get money.

Lucas then amended that statement. Instead of "Barney" in the above dialogue, he would prefer that you read "Biggie Smalls" or "Weezy" or "Bubastis" (who I am told is a lynx).

At some point over this conversation, one of the baby prefrosh said that he was a cool guy.

Lucas: Ah! See! Fie on all of you!

It all reminds me of the time Robert got his Polish friends to troll a Brown-applicant chat room because none of them knew what a "liberal arts university" really meant. They were like "OH YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE AN ENGINEERING PROGRAM," and everyone else in the room was like "... don't we? Pretty sure we do."

We do. They have a weird fascination with cats.

Love always,
Clara