random acts of unkindness

lindsay and i shuffled past powell at what seemed like the dawning of the day. it was almost ten o'clock. we ignored the video camera pointed at the quad. after having walked through sets of old school and van wilder, us uclaers are used to clans of camermen. but the boy in front of us- the boy walking towards us- turned away from the camera and threw two huge middle fingers up in the air in the filmer's direction. how crude. how lovely. and just how i want to start off the month of march.