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azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-25 01:36 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-07-25 01:36 pm
Total Waste Of Time (and exercise in humiliation)
After updating the journal after breakfast, I decided that enough was enough; I would go and catch up on that half hour or so of lost sleep from the conversation last night with Dave.
So I slept, and I crashed out on one of the couches in the TV room. My class started at nine. I woke up at two after and dashed into the room, minus the proper textbook, of course... proceeded to make a fool of myself in class... dumped my backpack in the next classroom, swiped in at the automated attendance machine, and went and found Darkside.
I went back to the classroom after a few minutes of chatting. I didn't see any familiar faces, but I still hadn't gotten to know my new classmates. I finished up the homework. The teacher walked in a few minutes late. I was wildly startled to see that this was not the familiar retired military Adelman, but some rail-thin guy with a beard and pure white hair. This was not my class. I skedaddled down to 109, but that had another class in it. Fortunately, I was able to decipher from the sign by the door that Adelman's class had been moved (again) to 118. I skidded in just as my name was being called. It was determined that I was completely unable to find my class with both hands and a map. Roll call proceeded.
Class let out; I wandered off to Darkside's classroom, where I had a brief chat with Shrimpy, the really really annoying guy who almost succeeded in seriously disrupting my friendship with Darkside. Darkside despises the fellow; Shrimpy has been nothing but problems since day one, and Shrimpy has only affected Darkside's school career in a negative way. To add to the amusement, Shrimpy and Darkside have the same given name. Darkside hates Shrimpy.
I get along with Shrimpy somewhat, mostly because I don't have to deal with him in all of my classes. Today he was bitching and moaning because the cellphone that he is surgically attached to ...
...well, to make a short story long, it fell in the toilet.
Now it's not working.
I laughed my ass off. That's what happens when expensive electronics fall in the toilet!
I told Darkside.
He laughed his ass off.
Saying goodbye to, or rather battling goodbye with, Darkside, I was struck by first his flying hand, and second by the realization that he's thumping me a little harder these days in our friendly tussles, playing a little rougher. I'm going to keep my eye on that. He's been having a bit of a hard time lately, and I want him to have a safe place to put his frustration. There's a fine line between playing around and nasty things, and I want to make sure it never crosses that line. It's not anywhere near the line, but I want to make sure it never gets near it in the first place.
So I slept, and I crashed out on one of the couches in the TV room. My class started at nine. I woke up at two after and dashed into the room, minus the proper textbook, of course... proceeded to make a fool of myself in class... dumped my backpack in the next classroom, swiped in at the automated attendance machine, and went and found Darkside.
I went back to the classroom after a few minutes of chatting. I didn't see any familiar faces, but I still hadn't gotten to know my new classmates. I finished up the homework. The teacher walked in a few minutes late. I was wildly startled to see that this was not the familiar retired military Adelman, but some rail-thin guy with a beard and pure white hair. This was not my class. I skedaddled down to 109, but that had another class in it. Fortunately, I was able to decipher from the sign by the door that Adelman's class had been moved (again) to 118. I skidded in just as my name was being called. It was determined that I was completely unable to find my class with both hands and a map. Roll call proceeded.
Class let out; I wandered off to Darkside's classroom, where I had a brief chat with Shrimpy, the really really annoying guy who almost succeeded in seriously disrupting my friendship with Darkside. Darkside despises the fellow; Shrimpy has been nothing but problems since day one, and Shrimpy has only affected Darkside's school career in a negative way. To add to the amusement, Shrimpy and Darkside have the same given name. Darkside hates Shrimpy.
I get along with Shrimpy somewhat, mostly because I don't have to deal with him in all of my classes. Today he was bitching and moaning because the cellphone that he is surgically attached to ...
...well, to make a short story long, it fell in the toilet.
Now it's not working.
I laughed my ass off. That's what happens when expensive electronics fall in the toilet!
I told Darkside.
He laughed his ass off.
Saying goodbye to, or rather battling goodbye with, Darkside, I was struck by first his flying hand, and second by the realization that he's thumping me a little harder these days in our friendly tussles, playing a little rougher. I'm going to keep my eye on that. He's been having a bit of a hard time lately, and I want him to have a safe place to put his frustration. There's a fine line between playing around and nasty things, and I want to make sure it never crosses that line. It's not anywhere near the line, but I want to make sure it never gets near it in the first place.
good luck..
your current situation one bit. Tread carefully,
my friend.
Re: good luck..
How do I get myself into these messes? I think that this is the best one I have found myself in yet.
It would solve a whole lot if these two were poly... *sigh*