h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Today.

Up at 8:15. Into a soft fuzzy sweater in honor of a 53-degree morning. Across campus to the music building. The books are unpacked from the bag and prepared for the lecture. The TA opens up the board. The TA stops. The TA says that Prof. Wright's flight didn't get in yesterday and we won't be having class. The books are stuffed back into the bag. Out of the lecture hall. Back across campus. My room smells weird... I'd tell you why, but you never know who reads these things.

Later... to film class. Possibly a test. Possibly a lecture. Boring either way. Still have to go. Then back. Then even later... off to Colloquium. Colloquium isn't quite as much fun as the name implies. It's not all one big party like it sounds like. No. Colloquium is in fact a living hell. A living hell at which notes are taken. Yes. Then immediately after Colloquium, get found by Zizzy to go to the airport. Then dinner... I invited Jenny and Ziz and of course my roommate and I think that will make enough for a fun evening, depending. It's experiment time... how much do the English like having their foreignness exploited for the frivolous entertainment of cute blonde coeds?

Guess we'll see!

Somehow I suspect certain foreigners won't mind a little exploitation.

It's funny how rarely objections are raised to the proposal of inviting cute blonde coeds to anything.

You know, not only would I not be surprised, I'd be lethargic about it, really. I invite cute blonde coeds to stay away from me unless they are also clever and good company and don't mind if I'm not blonde.

Then it's okay. Also I get slightly more enthused.

Well... I know a nice one. She's a little on the odd side, b.. she is, in fact, pressed against the wall at the far end of the odd side, but she's a very nice girl.

I've been pressed against that wall meeself. It can be a comfortable wall.

It's good to know strange blonde coeds.

*nightmares in relation to strange blonde co-eds that chill to the bone start flashing across my memory...*

Walls are good. Being pressed to them is only good if the right people (such as cute blonde co-eds) are doing it...*sigh*!

Hey! *pokes Hypo enthusiastically*

What's blonde got to do with it? I'm a good wall-pusher! *sigh* although I'm only pushing one certain gentleman these days. Not that I'm unhappy with that. It's just that from now on he's the only one who's going to know that.

I'm not allowed to prove it, but I swear it's true.

*tending his bruises from being poked...*

I believe you! I believe you...!

Good. Hmph. Imagine coveting a blonde in front of a redhead. You take your life in your hands, you know.

Actually, I don't think I could imagine that at all.

Actually, I don't think I could either - but I don't know very many redheads...

Anyway, 'coveting's' for the birds - full-on 'longing' is more what I'm accustomed to...!

Well, yeah, but I don't know if it's a good idea to admit that in front of a large audience.

She's right she is cute *Looks forward to the exploitation*

There's going to be exploitation? Who's the exploitee?

Good question.

And i thought it was me, damn.

Oh. Right.

No, I knew that.

Er. But there hasn't been a lot of exploitation going on. Mostly because I haven't been feeling like going out, and exploiters haven't been around to come in.

But I feel strongly that there may or may not be some chance of exploitation in the possibly very near or otherwise distant future.

Which is as it should be.

I don't know...I feel that that is a somewhat ambiguous exploitation explination. Please elaborate.