While Waiting...

[x_maker]

For a backwards, butt-end of civilization example of a town, this place really isn't too bad. I can get a good enough cellular signal on the PDA to network out, so waiting for Dani to finish all her legal stuff here isn't the torture it seemed at first.

Next semester's schedule looks... wait. This is not the schedule I saw before I left. Mr. Summers? Why am I taking Phys. Ed? I didn't sign up for Phys. Ed. And why is there no teacher listed? Is this a joke?

And it appears I've been transferred up into Mr. Dayspring's history class. AND humanities? AND English composition? AND Music 201? Not a practical class to be seen! Well, except for the Flight class with Mr. al-Rashid. Looking forward to that one.

Dr. McCoy, PLEASE tell me that you've got something interesting for my independent science work.

Comments

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

It's too cold to throw people in the lake. Besides, I have no reason to get jealous. :)

Seriously, though, dude, try and get over this wusses thing. Girls really like to dance, and if you can dance with them, that puts you a good three steps ahead of all the other guys who think dancing is for wusses.

Besides, Alison and Kurt teach the class, and I think they're physically incapable of teaching a class that isn't fun.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Which still, you know, puts me about 85 thousand steps behind the guys without claws and fangs.

I'm not taking any classes where I have to listen to Ramsey and his girlfriend coo at each other in French. Its disgusting.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Any other school in the country, maybe. Here, you're like, only in maybe the fortieth percentile of funny-looking. If funny-looking were an SAT test, you wouldn't even be getting into community college, man.

Doug and Angie do get kinda saccharine after a while, though, I will give you that. 'Course, in dance class I don't notice it so much, given I'm probably being just as disgusting.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I object. Saccharine is false and foul.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Sugary? Fructosesque?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

We are NOT that bad.

HEY!

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

HEY! Flag on the play!

Re: HEY!

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I was in the next bedroll over for what, the last three weeks of the Asgard trip?

Re: HEY!

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Not my fault you're a voyeur and a pervert.

We're not that bad, we ... we keep it as .. private as and... gah.

Just gah. You could've said something if it was a problem, man.

Re: HEY!

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you know what's a problem? This particular line of discussion. Elsewhere with the locker-room bragging.

Re: HEY!

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

That was nowhere even close to bragging. That was me saying that if Angie and I really _are_ that saccharine, somebody could have said something before now. Contrary to apparently popular belief, I am not out to rub peoples' noses in my relationship.

Re: HEY!

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Oh, will you stop taking me seriously already? Geez, like you don't know I think you and Angie are great together.

Re: HEY!

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I just...well, I worry. And from the way some people talk, you'd think I'm rubbing everyone's face in my relationship with Angie. :-/

Re: HEY!

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

You worry too much, is what. And while you're busy being distracted by your insecurities, I bet I can whip you at the videogame of your choice.

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

Claws and fangs aren't so bad.

Or fur.