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Fandom Radio, Thursday, October 16th
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myownfaceUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh, is it morning already? That's not even okay, Fandom. It's too early to be morning, come get me sometime in the mid-afternoon. That's the perfect place for a morning, okay?
No?
Fandom, you're a jerk.
But hey, here are notes for the School, so I guess I'll read those. In Atton's Getting By class, we discussed that near-and-dear topic to my heart, that one where Fandom's being-a-jerk-ness follows us the hell home. There was a brainstorming session, of, like, weird shit that happens and how to cover our asses when it does, and then Atton and I had this epic marker war because shut up, we get to define what maturity means to us. Yesterday's other classes actually sounded pretty cool too, I guess, with Heroic Tales learning how to make mead, and Terrain class going rock climbing. See, I wouldn't have minded being a full-time student yesterday. That's how it's done, Fandom High.
In the Dorms because the squirrels are still creepers, Gwen was nursing away a cold in her room with Netflix and bunny slippers, and Sia was tripping over a dog and texting plans to hang out with Atton in hers. Good. Just... Good. Nathan was feeling like crap - I'm sensing a theme here - and drawing in his room when Edward stopped by to talk about drawing and magic and Nathan's feeling sick, and Anders stopped in to introduce Nathan to his new kitten. It's proven fact that kittens are good for what ails you. See, if someone had stopped by Nathan's room with, like, a box of kittens, he'd be feeling better in no time. Forward some of those along to Gwen while you're at it, okay?
Moving along again, out of creepy territory and into Town, Aeryn was unloading a shipment of pumpkin spice scented ammunition - oh, that shit just is not right - at the Freedom Arms. Alana kept waiting for the other shoe to drop in a perfectly normal but slightly candy corn scented Book Haven, and Elsa was wearing jeans over at the Magic Box, which broke Barry's brain, but got her a date on Friday, so she's clearly going to have to wear jeans more often.
And that's allllll the notes. I'm gonna retreat back to my room and sleep until proper, three-in-the-afternoon morning, now. Bye, Fandom. Have a good one.
No?
Fandom, you're a jerk.
But hey, here are notes for the School, so I guess I'll read those. In Atton's Getting By class, we discussed that near-and-dear topic to my heart, that one where Fandom's being-a-jerk-ness follows us the hell home. There was a brainstorming session, of, like, weird shit that happens and how to cover our asses when it does, and then Atton and I had this epic marker war because shut up, we get to define what maturity means to us. Yesterday's other classes actually sounded pretty cool too, I guess, with Heroic Tales learning how to make mead, and Terrain class going rock climbing. See, I wouldn't have minded being a full-time student yesterday. That's how it's done, Fandom High.
In the Dorms because the squirrels are still creepers, Gwen was nursing away a cold in her room with Netflix and bunny slippers, and Sia was tripping over a dog and texting plans to hang out with Atton in hers. Good. Just... Good. Nathan was feeling like crap - I'm sensing a theme here - and drawing in his room when Edward stopped by to talk about drawing and magic and Nathan's feeling sick, and Anders stopped in to introduce Nathan to his new kitten. It's proven fact that kittens are good for what ails you. See, if someone had stopped by Nathan's room with, like, a box of kittens, he'd be feeling better in no time. Forward some of those along to Gwen while you're at it, okay?
Moving along again, out of creepy territory and into Town, Aeryn was unloading a shipment of pumpkin spice scented ammunition - oh, that shit just is not right - at the Freedom Arms. Alana kept waiting for the other shoe to drop in a perfectly normal but slightly candy corn scented Book Haven, and Elsa was wearing jeans over at the Magic Box, which broke Barry's brain, but got her a date on Friday, so she's clearly going to have to wear jeans more often.
And that's allllll the notes. I'm gonna retreat back to my room and sleep until proper, three-in-the-afternoon morning, now. Bye, Fandom. Have a good one.