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aruanWithout fail the one day you don't shower, put on makeup, or wear contacts is the one day you *will* run into every person you've ever known on this campus of 47,000, because that is just the way of things.
MMC lab instructor Al is good and apparently conducted a lecture on digital vs. analog media that, for no real reason, he made all Robbie and Justin-themed. Al, this is where you send me an e-mail and tell me to come to class. I called him on a fact error for mispronouncing Chasez and we had a little chuckle.
Then Allison from Acting-now-Reporting pulls up next to me on her bike. She's well, really overwhelmed by her work, and thinking of dropping classes. Join the club, darling. We chatted, she was a dear and said I looked really good in my carpenter jeans and brownish-grey hoodie, and we made yet more promises to actually mean to meet up with each other.
And finally, just as I was rounding the home stretch, Jon comes walking up. In his usual true gentlemanly form he let me rave and rant about the heinous advertising test and the sad state of affairs that will entail an utter lack of time to celebrate my birthday tomorrow before I even drew breath enough to muster a greeting. And then we hugged and by that point, things only got better.
Forgot to mention I dragged Miranda to see Underworld this weekend. I didn't know it was supposed to be based on Romeo & Juliet, though that explains a lot of why it felt so contrived. You know, it's really a shame that vampires are my bulletproof kink because they haven't gotten a fair shake in popular culture since Interview. If I had any directorial aspirations, I'd set out to bestow credibility to the genre.
Will now shower, fabricate some news or perhaps just editorialize to my heart's content because it's not like the grade will be better either way, and go forage for dinner.
MMC lab instructor Al is good and apparently conducted a lecture on digital vs. analog media that, for no real reason, he made all Robbie and Justin-themed. Al, this is where you send me an e-mail and tell me to come to class. I called him on a fact error for mispronouncing Chasez and we had a little chuckle.
Then Allison from Acting-now-Reporting pulls up next to me on her bike. She's well, really overwhelmed by her work, and thinking of dropping classes. Join the club, darling. We chatted, she was a dear and said I looked really good in my carpenter jeans and brownish-grey hoodie, and we made yet more promises to actually mean to meet up with each other.
And finally, just as I was rounding the home stretch, Jon comes walking up. In his usual true gentlemanly form he let me rave and rant about the heinous advertising test and the sad state of affairs that will entail an utter lack of time to celebrate my birthday tomorrow before I even drew breath enough to muster a greeting. And then we hugged and by that point, things only got better.
Forgot to mention I dragged Miranda to see Underworld this weekend. I didn't know it was supposed to be based on Romeo & Juliet, though that explains a lot of why it felt so contrived. You know, it's really a shame that vampires are my bulletproof kink because they haven't gotten a fair shake in popular culture since Interview. If I had any directorial aspirations, I'd set out to bestow credibility to the genre.
Will now shower, fabricate some news or perhaps just editorialize to my heart's content because it's not like the grade will be better either way, and go forage for dinner.
