Quotes!
Quotes time!
(Keith, my drafting professor) Snoop doggy-dog, why don't you get a jobby job?
(Emily) To be a stage manager, you can't be sweet and quiet.
(Liz, who is a stage manager) HEY! I'M SWEET AND QUIET!
*story involving sticking one's finger in a pencil sharpener*
(someone) Was it an ELECTRIC pencil sharpener?
(Keith) At least it wasn't an UNelectric pencil sharpener! *pantomimes hand-sharpening one's finger*
*an hour and five minutes into class*
(Liz) You know, I haven't even drawn ONE line yet!
(Emily) You know, I should take notes on my pants, because if I lose my pants, I'd have bigger problems.
(Ricky) Note to self, which is everyone at this point: don't sit cross-legged for thirteen hours straight. It hurts your thighs.
*long pause*
(Eric) Thank you, Ricky.
(Ricky) Seriously. My thighs feel like they're on fire. And not the good, sex kind of fire.
(Bill) What about the good, work-out kind of fire?
(Ricky) ..would I know what that is?
(Ricky, dressed in red and green, and in falsetto) Come hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling too!
(Chris, who has had enough of Ricky's singing) *pushes Ricky's rolling chair out of the drafting room*
(Keith) *offers me a cookie*
(me) *takes one*
(Keith) *is still holding the bag*
(me) I'm good, thanks.
(Keith) Don't MAKE me shake the bag! *offers one to Emily*
(Emily) That's okay, thanks!
(Keith) Seriously, don't make me fail you.
Good news! Emily, Liz and I are going to room together next year! We're getting an apartment! Yay!