Epitome of cool, right? I thought so...
Our school held the "Annual Talent Show" today. The first words of the program were, "We'd like to thank you for attending our show today!" What. The. Hell. It was mandatory. We had no choice but to attend your performance. It was that or die. Our beloved STAR Lab Nazis were about, picking off the stragglers.
Muse: She sucks, I want to play Soul Caliber Two.
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Muse: Grah. I want to sleep!
Me: Do so then. (after which, he commences to cling to me)
Muse: Why do we have to be here?
Me: Humans.
Muse: I want to play Soul Caliber Two...
Rousing three hour long conversation. After which, I went back to our building and bounced around happily. Unlike my usual self. But no one will remember. Or care to try.
The final of all finals was the simplest: Geometry. Twenty questions on angle measure and area. Felt like third grade. Amazingly enjoyable though. There should be a time where we get some time to just do easy work. Maybe our minds won’t overheat. Just maybe…
There was nothing to do. All day, we just sort of did our “own thing”. I followed a few friends around then ran off to watch a screening of “Family Guy” that was happening in the Bio lab. Which was, just two hours earlier, the site of a small rave. All that was missing was the glow sticks. Darn. Glow sticks make everything fun.
Jig and Platonic Life Partner had the opportunity to leave early. They seized it. Leaving Mom…Dad, I’m a thespian and I to the ravenous masses. Lucky little (child censors)! After they left: I returned to those I knew BC (before collegiate). Just touching base with them once more. Those days are long gone. But the memory is comforting. Thin though it may be.
Enough babble. This is starting to look like a Clemens piece…