For Sunny_dale:
College is already the best of times, the worst of times. After The Fett went down, I momentarily considered just quitting school before classes even started. Obviously, that would be a really bad move, because I'd worked really, really hard to get my GED. UCSD was to be my fresh start, so I tried not to see the obscene mutilation of my favorite bounty hunter as an omen. He might have just been cardboard, but he was sacred cardboard. It was hard not to, though, you know? If I ever find this 'Sanchez' guy, I'm going to break his nose.
I'm not sure how yet, but oh ho ho -- I've been plotting. I assure you.
Okay, so, destruction of Fett was bad, but then we got our IDs, which was cool. I saw my brother, which sucked, but could have sucked worse, if he'd seen me. I know I'm going to have to talk to him eventually, but I'd like to spend more time without bruises. I like being bruise-free.
Jonathan and I met a girl named Fred and she had us over for pizza. So, yeah! Jonathan and I were in college for approximately seventeen minutes before we were already invited to hang out with a girl. At her dorm room. Jonathan was kind of surly to me while we were hanging out with Fred, but I think it's because she was being really nice to me and he got jealous.
Jonathan's roommate is okay. Tim. The British guy. He likes Star Wars stuff (or at least t-shirts), but he's definitely not into comics. JL and I discussed it after Tim left Fred's and agreed that Tim hasn't probably ever read a graphic novel, which makes him immediately suspect. I offered that he might be a robot, but Fred disagreed, saying that she didn't know much about sci-fi, but that robots weren't big on pizza.
After we left Fred's, Jonathan expressed dismay that although Fred seemed really nice, he was disappointed that she dissed sci-fi. I nodded, wondering if Jonathan and I would ever find our perfect match. I mean, in some ways, we're like each others' perfect friend -- we just needed to find more people like us. Then we can all double date and have bonfites
I stayed the night at Jonathan's dorm, as we got back from Fred's kind of late. I kind of think that I might do that a lot. I hope it's okay with Mr. "I Hate Graphic Novels and Am Possibly a Robot." My mom said it was cool but asked if I'd stopped by Tucker's room yet to say hello. She made me write down which building it was in.
"Tell him that I'd like to see him home for dinner on Sunday night so we can eat like a real, civilized family," my mother's voice squawked over the line. I felt my heart drop into my belly, realizing that now she'd made a request of me, and I was really going to have to go and talk to Tucker. Like, today.
[Open to Jonathan, Tim, and anyone else who might be roaming around in the dorms]
I'm not sure how yet, but oh ho ho -- I've been plotting. I assure you.
Okay, so, destruction of Fett was bad, but then we got our IDs, which was cool. I saw my brother, which sucked, but could have sucked worse, if he'd seen me. I know I'm going to have to talk to him eventually, but I'd like to spend more time without bruises. I like being bruise-free.
Jonathan and I met a girl named Fred and she had us over for pizza. So, yeah! Jonathan and I were in college for approximately seventeen minutes before we were already invited to hang out with a girl. At her dorm room. Jonathan was kind of surly to me while we were hanging out with Fred, but I think it's because she was being really nice to me and he got jealous.
Jonathan's roommate is okay. Tim. The British guy. He likes Star Wars stuff (or at least t-shirts), but he's definitely not into comics. JL and I discussed it after Tim left Fred's and agreed that Tim hasn't probably ever read a graphic novel, which makes him immediately suspect. I offered that he might be a robot, but Fred disagreed, saying that she didn't know much about sci-fi, but that robots weren't big on pizza.
After we left Fred's, Jonathan expressed dismay that although Fred seemed really nice, he was disappointed that she dissed sci-fi. I nodded, wondering if Jonathan and I would ever find our perfect match. I mean, in some ways, we're like each others' perfect friend -- we just needed to find more people like us. Then we can all double date and have bonfites
I stayed the night at Jonathan's dorm, as we got back from Fred's kind of late. I kind of think that I might do that a lot. I hope it's okay with Mr. "I Hate Graphic Novels and Am Possibly a Robot." My mom said it was cool but asked if I'd stopped by Tucker's room yet to say hello. She made me write down which building it was in.
"Tell him that I'd like to see him home for dinner on Sunday night so we can eat like a real, civilized family," my mother's voice squawked over the line. I felt my heart drop into my belly, realizing that now she'd made a request of me, and I was really going to have to go and talk to Tucker. Like, today.
[Open to Jonathan, Tim, and anyone else who might be roaming around in the dorms]