Prologue: Sitting around the house gets lonely

After three or so days of just staring at my empty buddylists, people started to filter back in. I instantly leeched onto them. I was a starving screenname who'd just been offered contact. It was all I could do.

Chapter One: Of DQ and K

Yulle and I pulled up Madame and organized an afternoon excursion before our classes that evening. Thank ye gods o' the Junker Cars. I was supposed to leave for E-ville around 2:30, but Madame insisted on driving all the way to Infrastructure Hell to get me early.

We nipped off to the DQ to get actual food before heading off to K to meet up with Yulle. There were about a bajillion(25) kids in the main hall. Apparently it was the end of "leave your kid with incompetent teenagers" week.

We waited. The ice cream melted. Still no Yulle. C(K)risty came over and joined us in the futile search for our dear Yulle. We wandered around for a while. The caffiene and sugar combo hit my bloodstream and I bounced through the halls of L.

After the class Yulle was supposed to be in had started, we migrated back to K. There I got hooked up to Drug (my new laptop). Wireless internet is lovely. I wanted to check out my latest infatuation, Starkingdoms. Alas, the poor thing had been blocked by the campus network.

John came in from his stint at Wellness and sat with us. He has this amazing ability to make Interesting Conversation.

John: So, who do you guys really hate?

Me: That sounds a lot like entrapment...

Madame and John talked while I watched some of my recently downloaded porn and listened to some Sad Finnish Music. I joined in sometimes, mostly when they were talking about classes and evil professors (i.e. Bi-polar).

Out of basically nowhere, or the Kmall and D; Yulle, C(K)risty, and Turtle came up and attacked us with their infectious enthusiasm and hugging. We all hung out for 45min. or so and babbled. Then came time for all of our classes...

Aw. Is that the end? Oh, no boys and girls. We made plans for most of us to meet up again the next day (today) and scrounge around The Mall and FWB. Then we trudged out merry way to W/G.

Chater Two: Dry Erase Markers are the DEVIL

For three hours a week I sit in a room with people twice my age and bask in the loving light that is Writing and Grammar. It makes me positively giddy to learn all of the basic of the English language, then go home and mutilate them.

Prof. Gill is a wonderful teacher. His examples are so vivid.

Example: Bill(subject) gave (verb) whoever would go home with him (noun clause/indirect object) everything they wanted (noun clause/direct object).

It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to sit through his class. I end up with this stupid, goofy grin on my face the whole time. It scares him.

Around the time 7:40 rolled around, everyone was dead. It never fails. We've taken our test, we've looked over our paper, and we're most of the way through that week's notes. There just doesn't seem to be a reason to stay awake any longer.

He gave us the last bit of notes and the new assignment then let us free again.

Chapter Three: The Plan

Yet again, Yulle wasn't allowed to partake of any of the festivities. Poor dear. We shall liberate her one day. Set her free from the evile Unk.

Madame worked until 1, then drove by to pick Turtle and myself up (Overbearing still can't get over the fact that someone is willing to drive all the way to Infrastructure Hell to pick up one or two people). Then we were off, accompanied by Caleb, Madame's four-year old nephew. We drove to FWB and popped into The Mall. Lurking around there for a few hours was fun. We drifted through the book stores, played with the stuff in Spenser's, and I even avoided yet another "Let's Dress-up The Panda" session.

Caleb pulled us into the arcade to play games. It was there that I witnessed my first DDR game. As usual (from what I hear), a bunch of ragged, teenage boys were standing around the metal pads while one stomped on them. Their tiny little pseudo-Asian girlfriends clung subtlely to their sides as they watched. Turtle and I stared for a few minutes, then wandered off.

After The Mall portion of our venture was over, it was time for food. That’s where the wonder of Choice made its mark.

Madame: Where do you guys want to eat?

Me: I don’t care.

Turtle: I’m going to strike that from everyone’s vocabulary…

We ended up at Chic-Fil-A. They had a playground. Caleb chose.

Then it was off to Wal-Mart. On our way in, some lady stopped us to alert us that the child’s shoe was untied. Being the caring person that I am; when we got inside, I stopped and tied it for him. That ended badly. My hair tried to eat the kid when he started playing with it.

It wasn’t long before we were in the ladies underwear section, Turtle eyeing the selection of turtle emblazoned undies and thongs. That was when we had an Idea…

Chapter Four: For you, for me.

We would all get matching thongs. Because Madame and I were on a budget, we drove off to Big Lots. There we ravaged the bargain bin. One selection in particular caught our attention: a cotton thong with pink, white, and black sheep print. We all agreed that it was perfect to commemorate our first outing of the summer. We are, after all, sheep. Turtle even bought Punk Rawk a pair to give to her when she gets back from her wonderful trip to Germany.

I grabbed a few other selections before leaving the store, most of which none of you will ever see. It’s pointless to tease you. I’ll share my favorite though.

The Favorite: It’s become a fashion trend to wear a shirt, or carry a purse, or something, with your first initial on it. Personally, I think it’s too Laverne and Shirley for my tastes. To show my distaste, I bought a pair of black boyshorts with the letter “L” embroidered on them. Sounds like giving in…but nowhere in my name is the letter “L” present.

Chapter The Fifth: Car-seat.

We all bundled into the car again right as it started to rain. Turtle and Madame in the front, myself and Caleb in the back. On the ride home, I was covered in stickers and lost an arm. The kid kept clinging to me. I don’t know why. Madame says it has something to do with “being nice”. Or maybe it’s just because I hate children and let them do whatever they want without interfering. I’m a puppet, but a beloved puppet.

Chapter The Final: If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.

It was after 8 when I got home. We’d spent the whole day together for the first time in over a month. It was wonderful and we’re going to do it again. It doesn’t matter if none of us want to or not, it’s going to happen.

Epilogue: This was supposed to be posted today (25-06-04), but the electricity went out. It’ll be up by tomorrow (26-06-04).