The Lounge of the Adventurer – lots of randomness with sprinkles made of comedy and a filling of our finest quality spite

[23:02] *** TalostIV has joined #Draftroom.
[23:02] Jaredcohenia: Talost!
[23:02] Jaredcohenia: lets play some hangman!
[23:02] Jaredcohenia: _ _ _ _ _  _ _ _ _ _ _  _ _ _ _ _
[23:02] TalostIV: R?
[23:02] Jaredcohenia: _ _ r _ _  _ _ _ _ _ _  _ _ _ _ _
[23:03] TalostIV: Hmmm, so there is an “r”. E?
[23:03] DanHawking[Aralonia]: J
[23:03] Jaredcohenia: _ _ r _ _  _ _ _ _ _ _  _ _ _ _ _ o-
[23:03] Jaredcohenia: no E or J
[23:03] TalostIV: Who guessed O?
[23:03] DanHawking[Aralonia]: That’s a head/chest.
[23:03] TalostIV: oh
[23:03] Jaredcohenia: head and neck
[23:04] TalostIV: a
[23:04] DanHawking[Aralonia]: ah
[23:04] Jaredcohenia: _ _ r _ _  _ a _ _ _ _  _ _ _ _ _ o-
[23:04] DanHawking[Aralonia]: s
[23:05] Jaredcohenia: _ _ r _ _  _ a _ _ _ _  s _ _ _ _ o-
[23:05] DanHawking[Aralonia]: t
[23:05] TalostIV: dude, what is this?
[23:05] DanHawking[Aralonia]: It’s hangman o_o?
[23:05] TalostIV: No, the word. I have no ideA
[23:05] Jaredcohenia: _ _ r t _  _ a _ _ t a  s _ _ _ _ o-
[23:05] DanHawking[Aralonia]: ah
[23:05] Jaredcohenia: _ _ r t _  _ a _ _ t a  s _ _ _ s o-
[23:05] Jaredcohenia: forgot an s
[23:05] Jaredcohenia: sry
[23:05] DanHawking[Aralonia]: o
[23:06] Jaredcohenia: _ o r t _  _ a _ o t a  s _ _ _ s o-
[23:06] TalostIV: i
[23:07] DanHawking[Aralonia]: u
[23:07] Jaredcohenia: _ o r t _  _ a _ o t a  s u_ _ _ s o-<
[23:07] Jaredcohenia: _ o r t _  _ a _ o t a  s u _ _ s o-<
[23:07] TalostIV: k
[23:07] DanHawking[Aralonia]: c
[23:07] Jaredcohenia: _ o r t _  _ a k o t a  s u c k s o-<
[23:07] DanHawking[Aralonia]: North Dakota Sucks
[23:08] Jaredcohenia: FAIL
[23:08] TalostIV: XD
[23:08] Jaredcohenia: North Lakota Sucks
[23:08] DanHawking[Aralonia]: …
[23:08] DanHawking[Aralonia]: rofl
[23:08] * TalostIV kills Soda

For some reason, the SAT II was easier than I thought it would be. I mean, much easier. As in, “I didn’t have to study this at all, I already knew everything!” easier.

…Huh.

I am a bloody professional.

Pop quiz on Dr. Strangelove (Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb).

Class has two choices. It’s either them without me, or me alone.

Unanimous vote: me alone.

10 questions. I choke on question 7. A friend bails me out.

100%.

I fucking win.

“Daniel, you’ve said enough already. And whatever you’ve said has been mostly irrelevant!”

“Well, I do apologise, but this time, I have something relevant to say.”

“Alright, that’s good! Now, then, present, Desi.”

“…Hey.”

– –

“Oh… Daniel’s in our group,” she said, with a voice of disdain easily heard from across the room.

“Yeah, well so are you,” he replied.

– –

“Huh? Oh. Don’t mind me, please. I’m just an ugly fellow having a beautiful dream, is all.”

– –

“Why do you want to go to a college, then?”

“So that people will actually take me seriously for once.”

– –

all classroom interaction

can become important

insights to become a

familiar sequence to

familiar readers

– –

Why is it that minorities and those afflicted with adversity in literature are so celebrated, yet those who possess these traits in a reality are so hated and despised? Is this a form of comedy? A form of hypocrisy? And yet, the despisal of the masses from this solitary countenance is met with confusion, wonder and disdain… They ask why these things occur while they never think of it for themselves.

…I thought you stopped hiding posts. ._.;