Week 2 and still only one scar on my wrist! And that's from the cat...
Yesterday I went to a stupid mandatory community awareness meeting. They showed this video that was made for middle school about the effects of bullying. I was bored out of my skull so I wrote "NI" on the back of each hand in permanent marker. I come into classes today and everyone's like "Why do you have 'IN' on your hands?" I'm like: It's "NI".
Before said mandatory meeting of futility, I meat a couple sophomores at dinner. One of them was a creative writer who did a novel for her senior exhibition too. We talked about plot and character development while her friend (And roommate, as I found out later) gave us blank looks. We went to the stupid meeting, and then after it I tagged along to their room in Cypress. I entered and was hit by a wave of Anime. Like OMGs those are a lot of posters! Both of their computors had Miyavi wallpaper. They both had Invader Zim bedsheets. Turns out creative writing girl also does fanfiction on Inuyasha. How do I always attract these people? In high school my friends were fic'rs too. Who loved Inuyasha and Invader Zim and J-Rock (From which Miyavi hails). Do I have a sign that says "Hey, this guy can deal with fangirls!" Floating over my head? Whatever.
Today in math I did my homework for Dramatic writing tomorrow. The assignment was to take three characters, give them an objective and three obstacles. I decided to do my boyfriend, then me, then another character, who is my character's adoptive son in one of my continuities. All three of us are furres, but I didn't add anything to make it too explicitly furry. Here Goes:
Bill wants to go to a movie. Bill has no pants on. He must find his pants! But Bill doesn’t know where the movie he wants to see is playing. He goes online to check which local theatres are playing said movie. Oh Noes! Bill doesn’t have a driver’s license or a car! Bill has to go ask his mom to drive him into town! Finally, having acquired pants, the location of the movie, and his mom as a chauffeur, Bill got to see the movie!
Tris just woke up and he’s hungry. He has to put clothes on. After having acquired clothing, Tris realizes he doesn’t have time to come back to get his stuff before class after eating. After packing, Tris has to find his ID card. After getting clothing on, packing his rucksack, and finding his ID card, Tris was able to have breakfast!
Cosmo needs a decent amount of sleep. First he needs to extricate the partiers from his room. After having unplugged the entertainment system and lobbing a ham into the hall, he needs to brush his teeth and brush out his hair. After having skipped around the people sitting in the hall and grooming himself, he has to get his energetic roommate to calm down. After removing squatters, grooming himself, and getting his roommate to lie down, Cosmo was able to sleep!
I like Cosmo's because I can imagine the furres he hangs out with in that story (Alia...) diving after a ham or leaving just because the system no longer is on (Liam--who is also me). Note that Cosmo's roommate is also his boyfriend in that story, so I think you guys can guess what he did to get his roomie to sleep... ^.~
On the way to the commissary I ran into a woman who was smoking and tried to fire up a conversation. She finished her cigarrette and asked if I had one to loan her. I replied saying I had asthma and she said she had asthma too, but she was just stressed. WTF? She must have a very minor case. If I so much as walk into the smokestream I have an attack. I was upwind of her the whole time. I finally got away only to find that the only thing to eat that was edible at the commisary was some alfredo pasta, which makes me feel ill. I ate it anyway, guzzling soda in hopes of counteracting the effects, but I didn't have enough apparently. Blah. I sat at the crazy people table because I had to be amongst my people... And guess what? THEY'RE INTO INVADER ZIM TOO! Ack! They're everywhere! I mean it's funny, but you shouldn't base your life on it... One of the guys went off on the movie Equilibrium, which I have yet to see. He apparently has it on DVD and said I could borrow it. Spiff. I like gun-fu. Good research for Liam (The other one. I use the same names too often) who is a telekenetic with guns. Mmmm... Raving with pistols.
Right now I'm waiting for my boyfreind to wake up. I swear he's nocturnal sometimes. I don't mind, I'd just like to talk to him during the day sometimes. On average he gets up an hour or so from now, which on his coast is around sunset, and doesn't go to bed until its around dawn over there. *Shrugs* So I'll keep typing until he IM's me. So if I stop in the middle of a sentence, that's why.
I need to do my homework for math, but I don't feel like it. I have an urge to put it off then turn the whole week's homework in at the end of the week with the words "New Student" At the top so that I'll still get full credit, but he might remember that I got into his class officially on friday. Whatev. He's anal-retentive on homework anyway. It won't matter, he'll just tell me to use a straight-edge and to label my points and show my work. I explained to him that My brain naturally uses shortcuts like ax+by=c goes straight to y=(a/b)x+c/b without intermediate steps. On the board when he demonstrated this he did it wrong. *Facepalm* He said that 3x+2y=17 is converted to y=(3/2)x+17. Dude. Distributive property. That's like Pre-algebra... He let it slip after class while I was getting the syllabus from him that his mother emails him almost incessantly to keep tabs on him. Gods, if I turn into this man, rape me with a nuke. I mean, seriously...
At breakfast I bought a pop tart and left it in my pocket all day. I don't know why. I just ate it. It was warm and crumbly. Blah. It's fighting with the alfredo! Oww...
Before said mandatory meeting of futility, I meat a couple sophomores at dinner. One of them was a creative writer who did a novel for her senior exhibition too. We talked about plot and character development while her friend (And roommate, as I found out later) gave us blank looks. We went to the stupid meeting, and then after it I tagged along to their room in Cypress. I entered and was hit by a wave of Anime. Like OMGs those are a lot of posters! Both of their computors had Miyavi wallpaper. They both had Invader Zim bedsheets. Turns out creative writing girl also does fanfiction on Inuyasha. How do I always attract these people? In high school my friends were fic'rs too. Who loved Inuyasha and Invader Zim and J-Rock (From which Miyavi hails). Do I have a sign that says "Hey, this guy can deal with fangirls!" Floating over my head? Whatever.
Today in math I did my homework for Dramatic writing tomorrow. The assignment was to take three characters, give them an objective and three obstacles. I decided to do my boyfriend, then me, then another character, who is my character's adoptive son in one of my continuities. All three of us are furres, but I didn't add anything to make it too explicitly furry. Here Goes:
Bill wants to go to a movie. Bill has no pants on. He must find his pants! But Bill doesn’t know where the movie he wants to see is playing. He goes online to check which local theatres are playing said movie. Oh Noes! Bill doesn’t have a driver’s license or a car! Bill has to go ask his mom to drive him into town! Finally, having acquired pants, the location of the movie, and his mom as a chauffeur, Bill got to see the movie!
Tris just woke up and he’s hungry. He has to put clothes on. After having acquired clothing, Tris realizes he doesn’t have time to come back to get his stuff before class after eating. After packing, Tris has to find his ID card. After getting clothing on, packing his rucksack, and finding his ID card, Tris was able to have breakfast!
Cosmo needs a decent amount of sleep. First he needs to extricate the partiers from his room. After having unplugged the entertainment system and lobbing a ham into the hall, he needs to brush his teeth and brush out his hair. After having skipped around the people sitting in the hall and grooming himself, he has to get his energetic roommate to calm down. After removing squatters, grooming himself, and getting his roommate to lie down, Cosmo was able to sleep!
I like Cosmo's because I can imagine the furres he hangs out with in that story (Alia...) diving after a ham or leaving just because the system no longer is on (Liam--who is also me). Note that Cosmo's roommate is also his boyfriend in that story, so I think you guys can guess what he did to get his roomie to sleep... ^.~
On the way to the commissary I ran into a woman who was smoking and tried to fire up a conversation. She finished her cigarrette and asked if I had one to loan her. I replied saying I had asthma and she said she had asthma too, but she was just stressed. WTF? She must have a very minor case. If I so much as walk into the smokestream I have an attack. I was upwind of her the whole time. I finally got away only to find that the only thing to eat that was edible at the commisary was some alfredo pasta, which makes me feel ill. I ate it anyway, guzzling soda in hopes of counteracting the effects, but I didn't have enough apparently. Blah. I sat at the crazy people table because I had to be amongst my people... And guess what? THEY'RE INTO INVADER ZIM TOO! Ack! They're everywhere! I mean it's funny, but you shouldn't base your life on it... One of the guys went off on the movie Equilibrium, which I have yet to see. He apparently has it on DVD and said I could borrow it. Spiff. I like gun-fu. Good research for Liam (The other one. I use the same names too often) who is a telekenetic with guns. Mmmm... Raving with pistols.
Right now I'm waiting for my boyfreind to wake up. I swear he's nocturnal sometimes. I don't mind, I'd just like to talk to him during the day sometimes. On average he gets up an hour or so from now, which on his coast is around sunset, and doesn't go to bed until its around dawn over there. *Shrugs* So I'll keep typing until he IM's me. So if I stop in the middle of a sentence, that's why.
I need to do my homework for math, but I don't feel like it. I have an urge to put it off then turn the whole week's homework in at the end of the week with the words "New Student" At the top so that I'll still get full credit, but he might remember that I got into his class officially on friday. Whatev. He's anal-retentive on homework anyway. It won't matter, he'll just tell me to use a straight-edge and to label my points and show my work. I explained to him that My brain naturally uses shortcuts like ax+by=c goes straight to y=(a/b)x+c/b without intermediate steps. On the board when he demonstrated this he did it wrong. *Facepalm* He said that 3x+2y=17 is converted to y=(3/2)x+17. Dude. Distributive property. That's like Pre-algebra... He let it slip after class while I was getting the syllabus from him that his mother emails him almost incessantly to keep tabs on him. Gods, if I turn into this man, rape me with a nuke. I mean, seriously...
At breakfast I bought a pop tart and left it in my pocket all day. I don't know why. I just ate it. It was warm and crumbly. Blah. It's fighting with the alfredo! Oww...