Girlies Girlies Everywhere, But For Now I Must Think

By Andrew Gross - 4.17.2005

I knew there was a good reason that I picked McGill aside from it being a good school and all: the fem-bots. During the cruel, harsh winters it seems as though the girls of McGill like to hibernate in the comforts of the Ghetto. This is understandable, as the cruel and harsh winters often make me want to cry and enter hibernation myself. But it leaves something to be desired - under that huge North Face parka I cannot tell whether you are the object of my affection or Mrs. Piggy. (Not that Mrs. Piggy isn't cool, if you were say, Kermit the Frog). Fine, whether you are the object of my affection or you are Animal.because what the hell is Animal anyway.

Now that finals are among us and the spring weather is teasing, I find that the now pumping library is in fact the worst possible place to work - the weather isn't the only one doing the teasing. Memories of my first visit come back to me as my senses are overloaded with beautiful, beautiful feminization. So this is why I came here; a stupid reason maybe, but enjoyable nonetheless. But why oh why does this have to be during finals time. Beside the fact that the weather is finally getting nice which gives everyone an excuse to wear their skimpiest clothing - the library is filled to maximum capacity with hunnies I never knew existed. They are crawling out of the woodwork folks, and there is no sign of it stopping anytime soon.

So as I innocently try to study, one work of perfection after the next walk by me - I must say I fell in and out of love nearly 10 times today alone. By the time I snap back into reality and clean the dribble of drool off of my shirt, I realize that it is 20 minutes later and I am still on the same page. I mean I do find Marx's theory of labor value somewhat.um.interesting, but I think even Marx would need a bib were he here. So now I remain in the fortress of solitude that is my room, which has no windows - I like to call it the cave. During finals time, it is my turn to hibernate - so that I have a chance at passing and going through the cycle again next year.