Good news/Bad news

[x_maker]

Good news: My final assignment EVER as a high school student is finished, signed, and DONE. All I have to do is graduate Saturday. Man, this is a weird feeling.

Bad news: Not only is Parents' Day tomorrow (and Friday? How does Parents' DAY last two days?) - but BOTH my parents decided to make the trip. Anyone who wishes to offer me alibis or hiding places will be richly rewarded.

Good news: My experiment with the car's frame composition was a success! Many thanks to my two Super-Secret Assistants there.

Bad news: Of course, now the tensile strength of the frame is so high for its weight that I have to find a way to completely recalibrate shock absorber distribution and steering torque.

Good news: I'll be hanging out by the foosball table in the rec room with sodas and snacks when folks finish up their finals.

Bad news: You'll have to beat me two out of three to get control of the snacks. Prepare to starve, fleshy ones.

Comments

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I accept your challenge! I warn you that, unlike Marius, I am not so easily distracted by brilliant smiles and low-cut shirts.

Although I may be wrong on that account if it absolutely must be tested.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

You're a boy. All boys are distracted. Except Jay but Jay has special dispensation.

Though I'm willing to test the theory even if I don't need the advantage in order to utter beat your ass.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

You're on. Bring your feminine wiles and some of those little carrots from the kitchen. You'll need the energy to keep up.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

I'll have all the energy I need when I get your snacks.

[x-emplate.livejournal.com]

Blasphemy. My performance around the table has nothing to do with concentration and everything to do with the fact that as long as a tactic is believed effective people will continue to make use of it.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's on now. It's on

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Yeah, and hurry. Terry's already one up on me somehow. I swear she's doing some weird humming thing that's making my arm and leg go all twitchy.

[x-roulette.livejournal.com]

I'll be your lucky charm then.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

Oh, you just hate that you got thoroughly trounced by a girl.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I was distracted! AND you were doing that humming thing that makes my arm go all buzzy.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

I was not! I was humming but nowhere near the frequency or strength it would take to vibrate your arm. I can control my mutation.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

It's very sensitive, I tell you.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

I wasn't. You just don't want to admit I'm better.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

That might be the case - although hey, I almost had you in that seventh game. I think my side of the table was unbalanced or something.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

Actually by then I was just feeling sorry for you.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

And here I was ready to wax rhapsodic about there being few things more attractive than a woman who's awesome at foosball and humble about it, and there you go just ruining that 'humble' part.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

Humility is for people who actually aren't very good.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

*zing*

Okay, you win.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

That's kind of been the theme today.