The "na-nas" really don't bother me, to be honest. I kind of like them even.

Dec 14, 2007 09:34

The incubus called school comes in the night. It sits on your chest and waits. You can feel it, you just don't want to open your eyes. You won't remember a moment of it in the morning.

I need to write a continuation of a short story for a Comp/Lit class in about 30 minutes. This reminds me a whole bunch, of LA @ walkabout.
Hunched over a computer with Cam drumming on the doorframe, "Time to goooo, everyone. Let's head on over to new and goods: now, Come on-I know, I know: it's terrible to be educated..." Then sidestepping Vic to make about 15 copies of whatever poem/short story I'd cranked out, "Steeeve, you look real busy right now, but I wanted to talk to you about that Sophie Scholl movie we watched, in class yesterday... You didn't happen to take any notes during the film, did ya? -puts hands in coat pockets, casually kicks the wall- cause if ya did it'd be really really great if I could borrow thooose. I'm trying to make a flow chart of her- yeah, okaaay. well just-just come find me later and we'll talk about it. alright."
I'd walk in and rob would just say something like: "We need to get you a watch with a little electric tip or something... just to give you a zap at the right time and remind you of when you have class. "Bzzt--Oh! alright, time to head over to LA..." -strange grin- Okay, okay, what have ya got for us?"

...Man.
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