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Fandom Radio, Wednesday, September 12, 2018
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revengenotebookHello, it's Paris Geller again, and I'm running for student council, so please vote for me because I'm the most qualified candidate you'll met and let's, just for kicks, actual elect qualified to office this time around, okay?
*chittering*
That's right I'm still pissed about Secretary Clinton.
In classes yesterday, the charred smell coming from Cooking class was supposed to be pizza. Bad Ass Bitches had a free period or something--Rosa wasn't around, but she left us snacks--and Practical Ethics discussed their favorite mortal sin. As you do, apparently.
In the dorms, Sabine was enjoying time on the deck, and in town, Norman wasn't fighting with mice who cleaned, he was telling the magic books to send back a tiny demon they had conjured. THEY DID WHAT? SEND IT BACK. I AM NOT KIDDING. God, this school. Prompto was introduced to Zack's gerbil, Mr. Winkles, in the pet store and it just me or did that sound super dirty? Before then, Prompto started his new job at the CIC, where he gets to play video games for money. Half the guys in my last school would kill for that job, if they wanted to have jobs that isn't "inherit Dad's place on the bank's board." Astrid was writing to her mother at the flower shop--you guys get in really close, huh?--and Mitsutada was at his shift at Luke's. Eliot, Parker, and Hardison were on a Holoscene adventure--sounds fun--and over at Caritas--
*chittering*
Kitty had scared the squirrels. Good for her. Summer came in to borrow Kitty's glitter flags to wave at Kanan for some reason, Seivarden met up with Liam, and Bobby brought Kitty cinnamon apple challah to celebrate Rosh Hashanah. Well now I know who to track down for Yom Kippur next week. And Kanan and Kaidan had their weekly meeting of people with the pretty much the same name and talked about why Hernando is afraid of Kanan. Maybe he's afraid of weird-looking goatees. Find out if he also runs out of rooms with Tony Stark in them, too.
And that's all the news I have about yesterday. Vote for me, Paris Geller, if you know what's good for you.
*chittering*
That's right I'm still pissed about Secretary Clinton.
In classes yesterday, the charred smell coming from Cooking class was supposed to be pizza. Bad Ass Bitches had a free period or something--Rosa wasn't around, but she left us snacks--and Practical Ethics discussed their favorite mortal sin. As you do, apparently.
In the dorms, Sabine was enjoying time on the deck, and in town, Norman wasn't fighting with mice who cleaned, he was telling the magic books to send back a tiny demon they had conjured. THEY DID WHAT? SEND IT BACK. I AM NOT KIDDING. God, this school. Prompto was introduced to Zack's gerbil, Mr. Winkles, in the pet store and it just me or did that sound super dirty? Before then, Prompto started his new job at the CIC, where he gets to play video games for money. Half the guys in my last school would kill for that job, if they wanted to have jobs that isn't "inherit Dad's place on the bank's board." Astrid was writing to her mother at the flower shop--you guys get in really close, huh?--and Mitsutada was at his shift at Luke's. Eliot, Parker, and Hardison were on a Holoscene adventure--sounds fun--and over at Caritas--
*chittering*
Kitty had scared the squirrels. Good for her. Summer came in to borrow Kitty's glitter flags to wave at Kanan for some reason, Seivarden met up with Liam, and Bobby brought Kitty cinnamon apple challah to celebrate Rosh Hashanah. Well now I know who to track down for Yom Kippur next week. And Kanan and Kaidan had their weekly meeting of people with the pretty much the same name and talked about why Hernando is afraid of Kanan. Maybe he's afraid of weird-looking goatees. Find out if he also runs out of rooms with Tony Stark in them, too.
And that's all the news I have about yesterday. Vote for me, Paris Geller, if you know what's good for you.