"My iPod has an All Time Low boner!"
"I have strokes of genius all the time."
[spazzes out] "Oh wait, that's a seizure of genius. Never mind."
"Pop Tarts are NOT lunch, god dammit!"
"Aww, come on, guys. Make fun of me. I'll be your lightning rod of hate!"
"You fuckers had all day to jack off in class. Now focus!" Thank you, Shawn. We love you too.
One of the interns in one of my classes pronounces irrational with an e. eRational. It drives me insane.
I've been rotting my brain out with movies and reading and writing. Maybe. Does it really count as brain-rotting if it's intellectually stimulating? Currently on is Fight Club. As I heard several times last night, a mental mindfuck can be nice.
Oh yes, that's right. I went to Rocky Horror for the first time last night. There were so many other virgins; apparently even more came after the initiation. I got a little bit of special treatment because the people I went with are semi-friends with the cast; a tasteful V on my cheek, the good kind of attention, minimal ribbing for being a Virgin. Fun as shit, and strangely freeing. We went out to breakfast with some of the cast afterwards, and that was awesome too. They're the exact breed of strange that I love.
I'm definitely losing my mind. Have I been Tyler longer and longer?
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