Strokes of Genius, Thursday (March 4)
Taking pictures with ponies. Seriously. Katchoo had long since passed the point of being exasperated with Deadpool's weird $(*!)@ classes or even wanting to throw up her hands and mutter in incoherent disbelief. It took a lot to get Katchoo to the "I'm just going to sigh and ignore it" point, so congratulations on that, Vice-Principal.
None of which had a thing to do with the painting she'd started working on today, to the tune of some very loud bagpipe-and-percussion music she'd stumbled across randomly while goofing off in the computer lab. But then again, when what you were painting looked like a bizarre recreation of a Napoleonic battle scene on a hockey rink while gremlins looked on from the stands, did you really want to explain where it came from?
Katchoo sure as hell didn't know.
[OOC: And neither do I. Also, I ate the OCD.]
None of which had a thing to do with the painting she'd started working on today, to the tune of some very loud bagpipe-and-percussion music she'd stumbled across randomly while goofing off in the computer lab. But then again, when what you were painting looked like a bizarre recreation of a Napoleonic battle scene on a hockey rink while gremlins looked on from the stands, did you really want to explain where it came from?
Katchoo sure as hell didn't know.
[OOC: And neither do I. Also, I ate the OCD.]