[Video Diary >> 001]
[Right-o. Lets hop on this social bandwagon and get it over with, shall we? The feed clicks on somewhat reluctantly (if video could ever have a set of mind) and Jal comes into view, flopping down to glare at the camera. She looks a little tired and grumpy, probably still suffering from jet-lag and the whole absurdity of the situation.
Hello XI. ]
So... I guess I'm supposed to make an introduction or something.
[Pause. This is really not her thing.]
My name's Jal and I just got here from Bristol. I play the clarinet and I'll be staying in A13.
[Awkward awkward awkward how do you even do this.
You don't. Simple as that. A few more seconds pass before she finally gives up with an exasperated sigh and turns off the feed, mumbling something that sounds like "fucking ridiculous." ]
Hello XI. ]
So... I guess I'm supposed to make an introduction or something.
[Pause. This is really not her thing.]
My name's Jal and I just got here from Bristol. I play the clarinet and I'll be staying in A13.
[Awkward awkward awkward how do you even do this.
You don't. Simple as that. A few more seconds pass before she finally gives up with an exasperated sigh and turns off the feed, mumbling something that sounds like "fucking ridiculous." ]