Don't worry bout what them other people say... We got ourselfs we'll make it anyway!
-intro-
Fear not! for these are simply the rantings of a maniac...
-6/23/09-
Wake up @ 6:15 on the dot.
Evac @ 7:15 *or get a write up.*
Looking out the window, Downtown L.A. was embraced in a thick fog, the streetlights eerily glowing, lonely cars passing by. Time for work.
Morning shower: I'm actually taller than the shower (literally) so to wash my face I have to duck. The 'towel' (read bed sheet) worked pretty good, it also felt pretty nice. If only they made towels more like bed sheets.
Being the new guy here is a little strange. its a school with about 750 students and 200 staff members. Everyone pretty much knows who the new booties are. So today this chick named Georgia, (I think... you'll soon find out how horrible I am with names.) approaches me and gives easily the most awkward introduction EVER! It went something like this:
"Hi new student!" she says with the biggest smile and waving (AWKWARD!)
"What up..." I respond,
"I'm Georgia!" she said as she began to run past me, to join up with her friends.
"Pleased to meet ya." (I mutter confused, as I'm clearly talking to myself at this point.)
Her friends looked embarrassed for her. As a passing thought I could have looked cooler if I wasn't sweating my face off, from running up the stairs. (from 8:00-16:00 elevators are restricted, and even when they aren't, there's no point in using them, as they're always crowded.")
-6/23/09 cont.-
I'm not too sure but I don't think any one here gets my sense of humor. It's like I'm with the dullards that I serve at the bar. Everyone Is just way too tightly wound, and I don't know, scared I suppose. I'm not sure but I think some of this girl is digging The Lan. She's cute, but there's two problems. She's 17, and shes some what of a princess. More importantly shes seven-fucking-teen. Well, maybe she's just being nice, and I'm looking into it way too hard. Regardless, shes still a minor so that's a definite NO! But of coarse, this isn't a dating service and I'm not here to pick up sweet jail-bait. Lets focus, and stick to the game plan Mr. Lan, TABE test is on Thursday, and I NEED to get a score of 580. If not i'll be stuck in this hell hole for an extra month! Maybe I'll ask Danny to help me with some math stuff.
In an unrelated note my douche bag neighbor's radio is beginning to annoy me. I mean, He could use headphones, and he COULD not sing to volume-match, but that would be considerate... the cock sucker...
yea yea...
Mr [Lan]caster aka The Lan,
Alias; Lord Magic Mutton chops.
the title is a quote from: Bad Brains "Banned in D.C.
Fear not! for these are simply the rantings of a maniac...
-6/23/09-
Wake up @ 6:15 on the dot.
Evac @ 7:15 *or get a write up.*
Looking out the window, Downtown L.A. was embraced in a thick fog, the streetlights eerily glowing, lonely cars passing by. Time for work.
Morning shower: I'm actually taller than the shower (literally) so to wash my face I have to duck. The 'towel' (read bed sheet) worked pretty good, it also felt pretty nice. If only they made towels more like bed sheets.
Being the new guy here is a little strange. its a school with about 750 students and 200 staff members. Everyone pretty much knows who the new booties are. So today this chick named Georgia, (I think... you'll soon find out how horrible I am with names.) approaches me and gives easily the most awkward introduction EVER! It went something like this:
"Hi new student!" she says with the biggest smile and waving (AWKWARD!)
"What up..." I respond,
"I'm Georgia!" she said as she began to run past me, to join up with her friends.
"Pleased to meet ya." (I mutter confused, as I'm clearly talking to myself at this point.)
Her friends looked embarrassed for her. As a passing thought I could have looked cooler if I wasn't sweating my face off, from running up the stairs. (from 8:00-16:00 elevators are restricted, and even when they aren't, there's no point in using them, as they're always crowded.")
-6/23/09 cont.-
I'm not too sure but I don't think any one here gets my sense of humor. It's like I'm with the dullards that I serve at the bar. Everyone Is just way too tightly wound, and I don't know, scared I suppose. I'm not sure but I think some of this girl is digging The Lan. She's cute, but there's two problems. She's 17, and shes some what of a princess. More importantly shes seven-fucking-teen. Well, maybe she's just being nice, and I'm looking into it way too hard. Regardless, shes still a minor so that's a definite NO! But of coarse, this isn't a dating service and I'm not here to pick up sweet jail-bait. Lets focus, and stick to the game plan Mr. Lan, TABE test is on Thursday, and I NEED to get a score of 580. If not i'll be stuck in this hell hole for an extra month! Maybe I'll ask Danny to help me with some math stuff.
In an unrelated note my douche bag neighbor's radio is beginning to annoy me. I mean, He could use headphones, and he COULD not sing to volume-match, but that would be considerate... the cock sucker...
yea yea...
Mr [Lan]caster aka The Lan,
Alias; Lord Magic Mutton chops.
the title is a quote from: Bad Brains "Banned in D.C.