I'm writing my last paper of the semester. I keep trying to procrastinate but ya'all are slow about updating your journals. What do you have, a life
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Hahaha. Some one on the Friendly Hostility community where she could read the arc in BMB where Collin and Fox met. I took on the quest, and almost gave up when I went "Wait! Andrea told me about this story line in Tartuffe and that's when I decided to read BMB again!" So I went back to November of 2002 and, sure enough. Found it.
Did we meet at the audition? I was such a shy little punk, I didn't think I talked to any one.
Heheh, nope, that was definitely the audition. We were all squee about the comic that neither of us expected to find someone at the school who had read it.
I'm not sure that sentence is proper english. I am so mentally boned right now that I don't care. *clicks submit*
There once was a courtyard, and that courtyard had a green bench on it. A few of my classmates and I were eating our lunches, swatting late summer bugs away from our hair and skirts, and just generally chatting about things, as freshmen are wont to do.
Within minutes, a shadow loomed over us. It was another freshman, holding books in one hand while shielding her face from the sun with the other. "Can I sit down?" she asked, staring expectantly at an empty seat on the bench.
I stared up at her, squinting a little. "Sorry, my imaginary friend is sitting there." She gives me a look, but sat down elsewhere instead. Another girl perked up, putting aside her salami sandwich.
"You have an imaginary friend, too?! What's his or her name?" "Bob Roberts." "NO WAI! MINE TOO!"
...and that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
well i dont normally reply to livejournal...but since i'm drunk...we met in the 7th grade, my parents had sent me to holy names for the day as a threat (that if i didnt shape up they'd pull me outta public school and send me there) and someone (maybe eugenia) introduced us and i told you that my parents almost named me Maeve. or Maedbh or however those crazy irish spell it
You should have done the one with the goldfish then, smarty pants!
(And you totally got the story wrong. I was working in the RA office and Dan was visiting me. He brought me Record of Lodoss War to watch. And then came Marshall!)
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Did we meet at the audition? I was such a shy little punk, I didn't think I talked to any one.
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I'm not sure that sentence is proper english. I am so mentally boned right now that I don't care. *clicks submit*
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Within minutes, a shadow loomed over us. It was another freshman, holding books in one hand while shielding her face from the sun with the other. "Can I sit down?" she asked, staring expectantly at an empty seat on the bench.
I stared up at her, squinting a little. "Sorry, my imaginary friend is sitting there." She gives me a look, but sat down elsewhere instead. Another girl perked up, putting aside her salami sandwich.
"You have an imaginary friend, too?! What's his or her name?"
"Bob Roberts."
"NO WAI! MINE TOO!"
...and that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
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You always tell the story wrong, Nina. God.
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I'm almost positive you've already done this meme, and that I replied with the very same response as above.
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(And you totally got the story wrong. I was working in the RA office and Dan was visiting me. He brought me Record of Lodoss War to watch. And then came Marshall!)
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And goldfish are for suckers.
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