February 04, 2003 :: 11:06 a.m.
Strong Bad and Buffy discussion
Ah, Tuesday. How I loathe thee. You bring English and 2-D Design, both of which are boring with a big, bold, italicized, underlined
B. We had to do the "get into groups" thing in English, too, which sucks for me because I'm a huge loser with no friends at all. And fuck, it was 8 o' clock in the morning, I wasn't feeling all that sociable. I didn't participate much, to say the least. Dr. Pettice talked, other people talked, I sat in the back and drew. The usual. I imagine this scenario will replay itself in 2-D Design, except there probably won't be groups. I still won't participate. I'll still sit and draw while other people talk. Such is the life of a very depressingly bored college freshman.
So, new Buffy tonight. I could download large chunks of it right this very moment, but I'm trying to resist. I'm spoiled as all hell, so I know what's going to happen, but I'd still like to see it all play out with virgin eyes. Or something like that. I've been hearing things about a Faith spin-off if this is the last season of Buffy, and let me just say... WOO! I would so watch Faith in all of her cleavagey, leather pants goodness, starring in her own show. Eliza Dushku is just hot. Seriously. I'm straight as a relatively straight arrow, but come on. I'd give both of my lungs to look like that for the minute and a half that I'd have left before I died of asphyxiation. Not that I'm all "hey, get Buffy of the air" or anything, because I'm not. Not at all. But Sarah Michelle Gellar wants to run off and make Scooby Doo vs. The Angry Rice Monster and Cruel Intentions part 612 and shit, so she's pretty much not coming back. And as such, Buffy can't come back in its current form, because you can't call it Buffy the Vampire Slayer if Buffy isn't on it. So if it has to end, I'll just smother my depression with thoughts of a Faith show. Mmm, Faith.
Why am I talking about this, again? I sort of forget. Anyway. I'm wearing my freshly laundered Strong Bad shirt today, and on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being a Shania Twain shirt and 10 being a much cooler shirt of some sort, perhaps something Buffy-related that isn't ugly as sin, this shirt scores an 11. I mean, Strong Bad is plastered all over my chest. How much sexier can you get? Heh.
Lunch with Adam is taking place in approximately 40 minutes (it's now 11:49 a.m.), and I don't know what to do with myself until then. Continue to blather on about completely random things? Draw? Pack up my stuff for 2-D Design and go visit Adam early? I think that's the one, folks. Emily will be out of the shower soon, anyway, and I'm sure she'd appreciate being able to change in peace. I know I do. Too bad I don't ever get to. I'm getting really good at putting on clothes, while wet, in a cramped bathroom stall, though, so I guess there's an upside buried in there someplace.
Oh, hey. The boy came down of his own accord. Nice.
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