GO TEAM BATMAN!
(because Team Superman is jealous.)

Hehe, I took it as a sign, see? Little freaked out when Irish told me that everyone would be paired up now that the artist-writer ratio had evened out, but things can never be that bad if you're on Team Batman. As opposed to Team Superman. Which is lame.

"Which team is Delis on?"
"I don't remember. We're all DC teams."
"Maybe she's on Team Flash!"
"Wait! She really is on Team Flash!"
"I was kidding."

Also, as it turns out I mucked up the sign-ups for the Philo midterms, so I have to take my orals this week for lack of a better timeslot. Bleh.

Oh, and I want to see Fall Out Boy in concert this September 21. SEPTEMBER TWENTY-ONE! (don't you judge me.)

It came out of nowhere. Another bout of the "Notice me, notice me!"

"When I die, you'll cry for a day. When that cat dies, you'll be crying over it for years to come."

I didn't say anything. Mostly because it was probably true. Maybe if she were furry, down on all fours and anywhere close to shut-the-hell-up, I'd feel differently. I'd love you a whole lot more if I just didn't have to talk to you.

And he says, "Do you have any special skills?"

And I say, "No."

"Do you sing? Can you dance?"

"No."

So he picks out some random passer-by, to whom I must sing Happy Birthday while doing jumping jacks. And because fate decided to take a dump on me as it so often does, it just happened to be some German foreign exchange student. "Imsosorrybutthisisforaninitiation." He spotted the others snickering at us from inside the ARPT building, so he was really nice about it, for which I was grateful. I told him to roll with it, and he did. He sang along with me while I made an ass out of myself in public. So yay. In retrospect, it wasn't so bad. You just go to that place where you feel no shame.

Jan and Annie were the ones who conducted my interview. I'm so glad these were people I know, even if it had to be Jan. Who wore Nazi bling and a pimp cane. Irish and I could have had our interview together (read: share in my humiliation), but she was too lazy to make an ATM run to pay the application fee up front.

I told them the muffin joke, but Jan beat me to the punchline. "Holy shit, a talking muffin!" I wouldn't have been able to deliver it with the same, ah, gusto as he did anyway.

"This movie is so bad that Ray Bradbury wishes he could invent a time machine so that he could go back in time and NOT write the short story, thus preventing this movie from ever being made."

Ugh. What did you people do to A Sound Of Thunder? I would have thought they put off its release for three more years because it took the producers that long to stomach the idea of unleashing this flaming bag of crap onscreen. Decent sci-fi films are a dying breed, I swear.

And that scene where the final time wave causes evolution to turn humans into weird alien-like creatures who blink sideways? I have to admit, to suggest that an altered timeline would make Mewtwos of us all is pretty frightening.

The plot continues where the short story left off. I've read the reviews, and as bad as the film is, it's not nearly as cringeworthy as the complete ignorance of its audience. I don't know, maybe the story just doesn't translate well into a movie format. But reading these people bitch about the few things that were actually consistent with the story irritates me. Yes, it really is called Time Safari. And don't diss the Butterfly Effect just because you're too much of an idiot to have known what it was until five fucking minutes ago.

Who knew ADMU had a comic book org? I was never really familiar with the school's unaccredited orgs. Until a few days ago I had no idea that there was such a thing as CAPES. I think I may have botched my application form, but I was with Irish at the time, which would explain why most of my answers are tainted with the distinct smell of bullshit.

Sadly, the internet has suffered a crippling blow now that I have a life offline. And by that I mean I've joined four orgs. ACTM, AJMA (They were giving away free pill samples. How was I supposed to say no to that?), ARPT (I dragged Irish along because Mara promised to join Furiae if she did) and CAPES.

At this point I'm not even sure if agreeing to all those projects for my home org (most of which I can't even remember) was such a good idea. It's a total guilt trip whenever it turns out I can't finish tasks I've already committed myself to. Between practice, papers and org meetings, I'm just a little worried I can't make time for all of it. Or is this just the paranoia talking?

I think it's safe to say this might possibly cut into my Comlab time.

Irish has LJ! My powers of persuasion are awesome.
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Where is everybody? I skipped Marketing class last time and today the room was empty. Is it a free cut? Or are we supposed to be doing something? I'd text Abby or Tessa but I haven't any load. Again. It's a total twilight zone moment.

edit; Free cut nga. Because there's mass today. No one told me because they all thought I had loadrev-ed outta there.