Those who passed by and weren't aware of what was going on didn't respond well to people yelling, "Paint your orgasm!" at the top of their lungs. I couldn't help but laugh.
I was surprised by the number of people, mostly women, who were saying things like, "I've never had an orgasm. How do I paint that?" I'm very sorry for you, my dear.
There were quite a few others writing slogans about, "Love can wait," and "This love needs a key."
Mine turned out like this! "Who would give law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law."
The quote, I love. The shirt, I like it...ish. I can't promise that I'll ever actually wear it, but I may go out on a whim one day. Also, the splatters were not intentional. The girl next to me got a little paint happy and thus, my shirt ended up with splatter too. Ah, no biggie.
As always, I managed to make a mess. I have the paint splatters to thank for that one. My notebook looks very pretty also!
As I was standing off to the side, eating a slice of pizza and waiting for my shirt to dry, a fellow unfortunate reporting student interviewed me. It was nice being on the other side of the recorder for once. A couple more weeks and that hell is over!
