tuesday night at the roxy it ain't
Apr. 13th, 2004 11:23 pmGod that class is boring. I still maintain he's not as bad as JF, but he's still an insomniac's wet dream. Having mastered 2nd grade, I can read the PowerPoint presentations on my own. Don't need to have him read them verbatim to me.
So I didn't want to go in the first place. Still haven't bought the book. Still don't want to work on the accursed Information Plan, but as LJ is my witness, I'm hauling ass over to B&N tomorrow after Jan's workshop and just fucking doing it. No, really.
Thank GOD for
jeff_nw, whose snickered, whispered comments keep me from sliding into a coma. Torsten brazenly approached us tonight and demanded to know if we were a couple. Jeff smiled enigmatically and said, "She's an amazing woman." Hee. Poor Torsten slunk off, unsatisfied.
I was already dreading the end of class because Jeff planned to leave early to pick up Chris from the airport. As the clock crawled over broken glass to 8:15, Bill the prof announced that he was going to let the class play with the project software on his laptop. Whoa, get back Mr. Excitement. I leaned over hopefully to Jeff who immediately hissed, "I'm SO out of here." We quietly packed up our bags, dodged death glares from the classmates we abandoned and tried to hold our gleeful laughter until we reached the top floor. We kept looking around nervously and then enjoyed some snarky comments about our more annoying classmate. Jeff, don't worry, not only do I not think less of you, but bitchy comments only raise you in my estimation.
So I didn't want to go in the first place. Still haven't bought the book. Still don't want to work on the accursed Information Plan, but as LJ is my witness, I'm hauling ass over to B&N tomorrow after Jan's workshop and just fucking doing it. No, really.
Thank GOD for
I was already dreading the end of class because Jeff planned to leave early to pick up Chris from the airport. As the clock crawled over broken glass to 8:15, Bill the prof announced that he was going to let the class play with the project software on his laptop. Whoa, get back Mr. Excitement. I leaned over hopefully to Jeff who immediately hissed, "I'm SO out of here." We quietly packed up our bags, dodged death glares from the classmates we abandoned and tried to hold our gleeful laughter until we reached the top floor. We kept looking around nervously and then enjoyed some snarky comments about our more annoying classmate. Jeff, don't worry, not only do I not think less of you, but bitchy comments only raise you in my estimation.
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Date: 2004-04-13 11:46 pm (UTC)Torsten. That's an interesting name. Is Torsten a male or a female?
"She's an amazing woman." Ah, Jeff. Truer words have never been spoken. What a great guy!
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Date: 2004-04-13 11:58 pm (UTC)And isn't he? Purrrr. So glad you guys finally met!
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Date: 2004-04-14 12:06 am (UTC)Torsten is a frisky, German male cat. He is easily excitable and needs extra attention at mealtimes. Be cautioned that Torsten is not fully housebroken yet, but he is very capable. An amusing, spunky, and often outrageous cat, Torsten will easily find a way into your heart (but don't bank on him finding his way to the litter box right away).
I'm so glad I met Jeff, too! To borrow a phrase from you, he is definitely of the good!
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Date: 2004-04-14 12:09 am (UTC)That really does sound like Torsten. Endearing if not completely housebroken. OMFG, I'm dying. I have to make sure Jeff reads that, because it's really dead-on-balls accurate.