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guts and garters

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Wednesday, February 27, 2002

Market day, where you sign up for a dozen and one clubs you're never going to do anything with during the year, but who are giving you lots of interesting free shit anyway.

This year:
- Film group: the necessity. $40 gets you a year worth of movies. That's 200+ or so. Very much worth it, especially since the crowd is great. So responsive.
- DIRE: the ANU goth club. For many reasons, but mainly, as Je said, because it's fun to walk up to the people that everyone else appears to be afraid of and joke with them and join their club. Besides, it was free and the President was feeling unloved.
- Camarilla Australia: the Vampire: the Masquerade club. I didn't actually join per se, but put my name down so that they can keep playing on campus. I believe in freedom of role-playing. Plus I might come along and have a go if I have time. Time? What's that?
- U27: Under 27 arts group. El-cheapo theatre tickets and stuff. Rock. And free. Plus they gave us a little jar of lollies and a bag of other goodies.
- LSS: Law students' society. Well, I didn't join, Je did. I was going to, just to get the fun free stuff, but I couldn't reconcile myself and my philosophical objections to joining anything that might, however wrongfully, label me as a law student.
- Liberal Club: Yes, political affiliation. Because that is my main political affiliation, but mainly because if we joined, they gave us cool stickers that say things like: "Socialism sucks" and "Rack off lefty scum". And that's what a girl needs.
- And finally, the Egyptian Dance club. Because I'm gonna learn to belly-dance, yo. Or something.

Now I have to go and dye my hair and seriously relax.

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