> Karkat: Bitch your roommate out.teh_slushJuly 5 2011, 23:11:03 UTC
You nurse the tiny ink-stained dent in your forehead and silently pledge the most vengeful vengeance a troll has ever venged. Not as silently, you groan and toss off the covers as you climb out of bed.
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SOLLUX FUCKING CAPTOR.
I AM TRYING TO GIVE MY USED AND ABUSED THINK-PAN A FUCKING REST FROM THE MISERY OF EVERYDAY COLLEGE LIFE.
WHICH IS PRETTY FUCKING DIFFICULT CONSIDERING ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT GOES ON AT THIS SCHOOL.
AND YET YOU STILL MANAGE TO MAKE AN IMPACT ON MY SUFFERING WITH LIMITED RESOURCES AND EFFORT.
I APPLAUD YOU, MISERY-MAKER.
CONGRATULATIONS.
WOULD YOU LIKE A FUCKING MEDAL FOR YOUR TORTUROUS EFFORTS?
you're goiing two be late for cla22, diip2hiit, iit's 9:50.
> Karkat: Run like hell.teh_slushJuly 5 2011, 23:33:34 UTC
You grab your BACKPACK, already equipped with TEXTBOOKS and NOTEBOOKS, and rip a WILD BERRY POP TART out of its packaging so you have something to consume while running like hell.
You proceed to run like hell until you make it to CINE 203, also known as WESTERN FILM AFTER 1945, also known as WHY THE FUCK DOESN'T ANYONE IN THIS CLASS APPRECIATE WILL SMITH'S INCREDIBLE TALENT, NOT EVEN THE PROFESSOR.
You make it on time, but just barely, and there are only two seats left. One is behind your BEST FRIEND, who is fine to talk to normally but in the morning he tends to smell like Faygo and contact high. The other is next to THAT WEIRD BIO MAJOR who keeps sitting next to you in the caf like you have some kind of previously established lunch-eating relationship dating years back.
The decisions you have to make at this stage in your life are incredibly difficult.
> Karkat: Sit next to the weird bio major.teh_slushJuly 5 2011, 23:56:57 UTC
You decide that sitting near your BEST FRIEND is not worth losing your pseudobreakfast.
The WEIRD BIO MAJOR (who has a name and you're pretty sure it's John but it's easier just to give him a generic title) grins in non-morning-appropriate excitement as he scoots his chair a few inches closer to yours, as if that will make his friendship disease more communicable.
You stubbornly take out your notebook and begin listening to today's lecture. You will not be distracted by your seat-neighbor's antics.
> Be the BEST FRIEND.teh_slushJuly 6 2011, 04:58:49 UTC
You are now GAMZEE MAKARA.
Today is a special day for you, because you actually woke up early enough to go to class, and actually bothered to go! You briefly considered staying in bed and admiring the cracks in the ceiling, as you normally do on a Tuesday morning, but you figured you could work in some admiration after lunch, so it all balances out.
The universe tends to balance itself out like that.
> Fondly regard the grass outside.teh_slushJuly 6 2011, 05:19:24 UTC
You watch as the wind gently buffets the un-mowed blades of grass growing outside the window of the lecture hall.
You see a dandelion, puffy white style (there's probably a scientific term for that, but you don't care, scientific terminology takes away the MaGiC). Sometime, probably today, the wind will blow away the puffy white things, and more dandelions will appear later.
Maybe after class you'll go outside and be that wind.
> Gamzee: Mosey on over to the art building to make some rAiNbOw MiRaClEsteh_slushJuly 6 2011, 05:35:31 UTC
Unfortunately, you don't have time to be the dAnDeLiOn MiRaClE, since you have to go to your PAINT AND SPIRITUALITY class. You never miss that class. Ever. Most of the time.
You hope today isn't a lecture day. You're feeling the pAiNt MiRaClEs bubbling at your fingertips. Also, you don't think you can sit through this many words in one day without another slice of pie.
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SOLLUX FUCKING CAPTOR.
I AM TRYING TO GIVE MY USED AND ABUSED THINK-PAN A FUCKING REST FROM THE MISERY OF EVERYDAY COLLEGE LIFE.
WHICH IS PRETTY FUCKING DIFFICULT CONSIDERING ALL THE BULLSHIT THAT GOES ON AT THIS SCHOOL.
AND YET YOU STILL MANAGE TO MAKE AN IMPACT ON MY SUFFERING WITH LIMITED RESOURCES AND EFFORT.
I APPLAUD YOU, MISERY-MAKER.
CONGRATULATIONS.
WOULD YOU LIKE A FUCKING MEDAL FOR YOUR TORTUROUS EFFORTS?
you're goiing two be late for cla22, diip2hiit, iit's 9:50.
WHAT.
FUCK.
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You proceed to run like hell until you make it to CINE 203, also known as WESTERN FILM AFTER 1945, also known as WHY THE FUCK DOESN'T ANYONE IN THIS CLASS APPRECIATE WILL SMITH'S INCREDIBLE TALENT, NOT EVEN THE PROFESSOR.
You make it on time, but just barely, and there are only two seats left. One is behind your BEST FRIEND, who is fine to talk to normally but in the morning he tends to smell like Faygo and contact high. The other is next to THAT WEIRD BIO MAJOR who keeps sitting next to you in the caf like you have some kind of previously established lunch-eating relationship dating years back.
The decisions you have to make at this stage in your life are incredibly difficult.
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The WEIRD BIO MAJOR (who has a name and you're pretty sure it's John but it's easier just to give him a generic title) grins in non-morning-appropriate excitement as he scoots his chair a few inches closer to yours, as if that will make his friendship disease more communicable.
You stubbornly take out your notebook and begin listening to today's lecture. You will not be distracted by your seat-neighbor's antics.
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You walk back to the front of the room and finish your lecture.
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The kids rush out the door as soon as you give a slight hint implying that your lecture might be over.
You hate kids.
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Today is a special day for you, because you actually woke up early enough to go to class, and actually bothered to go! You briefly considered staying in bed and admiring the cracks in the ceiling, as you normally do on a Tuesday morning, but you figured you could work in some admiration after lunch, so it all balances out.
The universe tends to balance itself out like that.
The world is a mOtHeRfUcKiNg MiRaClE.
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You see a dandelion, puffy white style (there's probably a scientific term for that, but you don't care, scientific terminology takes away the MaGiC). Sometime, probably today, the wind will blow away the puffy white things, and more dandelions will appear later.
Maybe after class you'll go outside and be that wind.
You could create a mIrAcLe.
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You hope today isn't a lecture day. You're feeling the pAiNt MiRaClEs bubbling at your fingertips. Also, you don't think you can sit through this many words in one day without another slice of pie.
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