Greetings from Staten Island. I am #157.
Because that's what people who are waiting for 'academic advisement' are reduced to: numbers in the system. More on that in a second.
Our Drama class is pure comedic gold. We started doing improv today. It was fucking...oh my god, there are no words. Mark had to call Matt 'baby girl', Cory was a pregnant woman waving his ass at Joseph, Joseph was a perverted teacher for Barthe, Jennifer was the screeching latino pregnant woman and myself? The bitch of a teacher. Yes, had you been there, this would make so much bloody sense; I will tell you now that any one of you would pay to see our shit. Pay for it, love it, and pay for it again to come back the next day. It's that fucking hysterical.
Went to Academic Advising at 1pm. I wasn't out of there until shortly after 5pm. It took four hours to get through 60 people. It was around #145 I actually got myself a seat in there and just chilled.
But I wasn't doing that for long. It turns out the boy who had been waiting in line ahead of me was trying to strike up a conversation with the all the people waiting there. Somehow, I got dragged into the conversation, which was cool. We talked, we discussed, and somehow, the distinct inquery of my personal being not looking 22 was brought up twice. Once by a girl I was tlking to outside, and by them. Both said I didn't look it. ...S'cool, okay, I can dig.
But while I was mentioning that to Lisa, Mike misheard and assumed my borthday was half-an-hour ago. I quickly corrected him and told him it wasn't. Then he started guessing my birthday. ...Okay, he was half a year wrong, and /finally/ got around to calling January.
X3 This is important.
Then at some point, they started guessing my name. .....Insert cackle here. Started with a J, next letter a, next letter n. It was terribly funny. Because Heather guessed right that it was something unusual. At some point, after so many J names and confirming to Lisa she would never ever find my name in a baby book, Heather gave up and I told her...who told Lisa, and then told another girl who was playing as well. No one told Mike, and he was left to guess. My last clue was it was seven letters long.
...Ahaha, that was baffling.
We decided to play Hang Man for the other four letters, but it didn't last long. In a brilliant strike of genius, Mike landed the name. And we didn't even have to fill in the other four blanks. Seriously, the boy cut our fun short.
But it didn't matter. #156 (Mike) and #157 (myself) were called to get our advisement and hell, we were happy. #160 (Lisa) was even coming in as I was leaving. And Mike stuck around to keep #172 (Heather) company.
....X3 God it was so fucking fun today. Hell, I even met a new person, Stephanie, while waiting for the loop bus in the morning. Today was a good day.
Almost. *glower at f-list*
EDIT: OH YES, I FORGOT! CY! :3 I tried drawing T-Bone. He's, like, a dino-doggy, because I haven't drawn dinosaurs in a long time. And before that, tried drawing a Terry had there only been one kind of DNA involved. Damn. What a thing not to mention, right? XD;
Our Drama class is pure comedic gold. We started doing improv today. It was fucking...oh my god, there are no words. Mark had to call Matt 'baby girl', Cory was a pregnant woman waving his ass at Joseph, Joseph was a perverted teacher for Barthe, Jennifer was the screeching latino pregnant woman and myself? The bitch of a teacher. Yes, had you been there, this would make so much bloody sense; I will tell you now that any one of you would pay to see our shit. Pay for it, love it, and pay for it again to come back the next day. It's that fucking hysterical.
Went to Academic Advising at 1pm. I wasn't out of there until shortly after 5pm. It took four hours to get through 60 people. It was around #145 I actually got myself a seat in there and just chilled.
But I wasn't doing that for long. It turns out the boy who had been waiting in line ahead of me was trying to strike up a conversation with the all the people waiting there. Somehow, I got dragged into the conversation, which was cool. We talked, we discussed, and somehow, the distinct inquery of my personal being not looking 22 was brought up twice. Once by a girl I was tlking to outside, and by them. Both said I didn't look it. ...S'cool, okay, I can dig.
But while I was mentioning that to Lisa, Mike misheard and assumed my borthday was half-an-hour ago. I quickly corrected him and told him it wasn't. Then he started guessing my birthday. ...Okay, he was half a year wrong, and /finally/ got around to calling January.
X3 This is important.
Then at some point, they started guessing my name. .....Insert cackle here. Started with a J, next letter a, next letter n. It was terribly funny. Because Heather guessed right that it was something unusual. At some point, after so many J names and confirming to Lisa she would never ever find my name in a baby book, Heather gave up and I told her...who told Lisa, and then told another girl who was playing as well. No one told Mike, and he was left to guess. My last clue was it was seven letters long.
...Ahaha, that was baffling.
We decided to play Hang Man for the other four letters, but it didn't last long. In a brilliant strike of genius, Mike landed the name. And we didn't even have to fill in the other four blanks. Seriously, the boy cut our fun short.
But it didn't matter. #156 (Mike) and #157 (myself) were called to get our advisement and hell, we were happy. #160 (Lisa) was even coming in as I was leaving. And Mike stuck around to keep #172 (Heather) company.
....X3 God it was so fucking fun today. Hell, I even met a new person, Stephanie, while waiting for the loop bus in the morning. Today was a good day.
Almost. *glower at f-list*
EDIT: OH YES, I FORGOT! CY! :3 I tried drawing T-Bone. He's, like, a dino-doggy, because I haven't drawn dinosaurs in a long time. And before that, tried drawing a Terry had there only been one kind of DNA involved. Damn. What a thing not to mention, right? XD;