Guilty Pleasures No More

Ever since I've came to college, I've noticed that a lot of the guilty little fetishes in our loosely educated minds are shared. You know--that sappy ass track on your iTunes, that Disney movie you just bought, that Backstreet Boys song you sing every morning in the shower...ok, maybe not that one--but a lot of the little quirks that you'd be ashamed of in high school, are cool here--which makes sense in a school full of liberal-hearted-recycle nazi-hippies...

I reveled in the greatness of this newfound truth on (what seemed at first to be) a typical Saturday night. It was me, my "bros" (flex nuts), and a vast assortment of chicks with various intoxication levels.

We were up to the same ol' saturday night shinanigans: dancing and drinking while my buddy was DJing, until after several threats, noise complaints, and a cheese only calzone split between 4 of us (wtf?), we realized that it was awfully late and time to mellow down.

movie time--and the great debate began!

"I wanna watch this!" "I wanna watch that!" "oh we should watch this!" We were getting nowhere.

Then one guy, drunk as hell, finally convinced me to put in some triflin' ass dry humor flick--but after all his hard work persuading, threatening, and ignoring counter arguments, he made the foolish mistake of leaving to get something to eat while the dvd was still on the title menu.

We talked to eachother in his absense, and realized how tight it would be to watch Blue Planet--a high definition animal love fest with a mancrushable British narrator. The choice was unanimous, and while he was gone warming up a cup of noodles, we changed the movie from his choice, to ours.

Shortly after this, he arrived and was furious.

"I won't forget this injustice." he sternly yet sloppily stated (as though he just lost a major surpreme court case--on mushrooms) and began bitterly eating his cup of noodles.

Despite his drunken anger, we began the optical sex scandal known as Blue Planet, and let me tell you, if you haven't enjoyed one of these videos, you aren't alive: elagant coloring, unreal animals, indepth descriptions, crisp camera angles, beauteous scenery(you can make checks payable to Tyree Harris, Animal Planet).

I was stunned that the whole room had this passion. I'd never share this in high school, nor would I imagine it being pleasurable to enjoy with a large crowd. This was borderline revolutionary--I can share this with people and not be ashamed!

(...thats what he said.)

So we spent the rest of the night in love and sharing our deep and hidden crush on animal shows--well, all except for drunk ass, who stormed of to bed early, leaving a watering hole of noodleless chicken broth behind.

Hella College.