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sequined envicta: she can fly8:30 p.m. - 2002-01-17
The English prof was out today, so, rather than study for the upcoming midterm, Keene and I used the entire period to do... not much of anything, really. She happened to mention that Kav, the resident Messiah, has taken to drinking with the resident leprechaun and running from invisible hobos. Then I happened to mention I wouldn't mind getting a job at Border's at some point in the near future. Then she told me I should apply, especially since "all the weird people work there", and then, in typical Keenian style, she happened to mention a "really hot guy" who did work there:KEENE: Yeah, so he's got this longish hair and green eyes... IVY (vaguely): Mm-hm... KEENE: And he's kind of tall, and he wears this one shirt a lot with that thing on it from... Lay Mis-rub... IVY (considerably less vague): Les Miserables? KEENE: Whatever you call it. IVY: Oh. Odd. I really would make a wonderful hermit. But I do have a few leftover book certificates I should use. After midterms, that is. Adieu.
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