the fellowship of the rings...

there's this group of classmates of ours, all of whom are women, who have been designated "the fellowship of the rings" because they all have these godawful blinding humongous bling-fest engagement rings. (i so wish i had come up with that name, but i didn't. krista and tom h. did.) here's an excerpt from the note that krista and i were just passing back and forth in the library:

k: i can't believe you're sitting there with members of the fellowship. i bet that's what's causing your headache.
e: um, there are two dudes back here, and unless they're hobbits, no fellowship members are around.
k: the girls that were behind you are in the fellowship.
e: oh! they had NO LIBRARY VOICE AT ALL!
k: they can't help it. it's the bling [written with light beam-y lines coming off of it]
e: they're all, "what? i can't hear you -- your bling is too loud."