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queelezWell, now that I've been back at campus for a couple of days, y'all get a smörgåsbord of thoughts and impressions concerning the sophomore year.
-Campus minus freshman? Weird as all hell. The first half a day or so was spent wandering around, feeling how empty everything was. It's taking a bit of time to get everything filled up--people are still coming back from their orientation trips--but it's a bit more like 'home,' now.
-Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, have I missed 99% of the people up on Campus. Friends, hallmates, faculty, everything. But having five people I haven't seen in ages arrive within an hour? Best day ever.
-There's a new addition to the group! A transfer student, Lydia, got lucky enough to score a townhouse, and is living with Red and Shannon. She's a pretty bitching with fabulously pink hair. (I also really hope I'm spelling her name right).
-Drew's back, with the same six cases of chocolate protein drink-thing as last year. How I have missed him so.
-Last night, most of us (Emily A., the Dude/His father, Rob/His mother, Red, Shannon, Lydia and I) went down to the Deepwater. I snuck back and forth between the two tables... And then Drew arrived with his family. So that was awesome. (They have a very tasty spinach/artichoke dip).
-If all goes well, I'll be getting a job at the Information desk. I have the application filled out, I just wish that they'd open it up so I could turn in the damn thing. Just think of the money, Graham. Just think of the money.
Stuff I need to do:
-Turn in job application
-Buy books for class
-Get books from home to loan to people
-Organize foodstuffs/kitchenstuffs
-Find posters, hang them up
-Find true love
EDIT: Okay, I need to briefly summarize this incredibly epic Deadlands game that Rob hosted with me, Adam, and Jake. I was playing a grifter/conman, Adam was a semi-senile prospector, and Jake was a cyrptozoologoy-obsessed student. My character lost an arm, but Adam's prospector shoved a stick of dynamite up a wendigo's arse. And blew it up.
Somehow, we all survived.
-Campus minus freshman? Weird as all hell. The first half a day or so was spent wandering around, feeling how empty everything was. It's taking a bit of time to get everything filled up--people are still coming back from their orientation trips--but it's a bit more like 'home,' now.
-Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, have I missed 99% of the people up on Campus. Friends, hallmates, faculty, everything. But having five people I haven't seen in ages arrive within an hour? Best day ever.
-There's a new addition to the group! A transfer student, Lydia, got lucky enough to score a townhouse, and is living with Red and Shannon. She's a pretty bitching with fabulously pink hair. (I also really hope I'm spelling her name right).
-Drew's back, with the same six cases of chocolate protein drink-thing as last year. How I have missed him so.
-Last night, most of us (Emily A., the Dude/His father, Rob/His mother, Red, Shannon, Lydia and I) went down to the Deepwater. I snuck back and forth between the two tables... And then Drew arrived with his family. So that was awesome. (They have a very tasty spinach/artichoke dip).
-If all goes well, I'll be getting a job at the Information desk. I have the application filled out, I just wish that they'd open it up so I could turn in the damn thing. Just think of the money, Graham. Just think of the money.
Stuff I need to do:
-Turn in job application
-Buy books for class
-Get books from home to loan to people
-Organize foodstuffs/kitchenstuffs
-Find posters, hang them up
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EDIT: Okay, I need to briefly summarize this incredibly epic Deadlands game that Rob hosted with me, Adam, and Jake. I was playing a grifter/conman, Adam was a semi-senile prospector, and Jake was a cyrptozoologoy-obsessed student. My character lost an arm, but Adam's prospector shoved a stick of dynamite up a wendigo's arse. And blew it up.
Somehow, we all survived.
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Date: 2009-09-09 01:37 am (UTC)My character lost an ,arm, but Adam's prospector shoved a stick of dynamite up a wendigo's arse. And blew it up.
And then the rest was all clicks and whistles, so I kinda think I got thw wrong impression.
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Date: 2009-09-09 04:35 am (UTC)I mean, this post? There was a dramatic reading. And I searched to find an appropriate icon just for you.
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Date: 2009-09-09 08:38 am (UTC)That's right. Let's get you good and liquored up.
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Date: 2009-09-09 02:28 pm (UTC)(PS: The icon is from the show Slings & Arrows, which is awesome, and you should totally watch it).
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Date: 2009-09-09 10:19 pm (UTC)And then I make the sign of the Barr.
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Date: 2009-09-10 03:58 am (UTC)I'm intrigued.
So
Date: 2009-09-09 10:54 pm (UTC)Re: So
Date: 2009-09-10 01:35 am (UTC)And I'm afraid I'm not so much of a fan of riding horses, darling. Being that high up on an animal that's much more powerful than me? Bit nervous, is all.
Re: So
Date: 2009-09-10 01:18 pm (UTC)although I wish I could have been a fly on the wall of that dnd session :)
Re: So
Date: 2009-09-10 02:38 pm (UTC)But the session was pretty dammed epic, really. I got a Legend card (lets me briefly rewrite reality) for making a truly atrocious pun.