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

I haven't been home before 5 any day this week, excepting Monday. I have had seven hours of history in one day, and completed three essays and 80 multiplicative guess questions in three hours. I have sat for eight hours in a recording studio making crude jokes about Jared and his...*cough* pal Omar. I have listened to the metronomical click reverberate off the frontal plate of my skull and I have a splitting headache. I have eaten half of a pizza twice this week, but I continue getting immense pleasure out of ingesting this pseudo-organic matter. I will spend another six hours in a recording studio tomorrow starting at 7:30 in the morning. My audio perception is completely off, but I love having my headphones looped through with the rhythm section and Dillon who spent thirty minutes feeling my knee and telling me that I have the most unusual patella in the world. We're all fried from studying for AP finals and giggled for an hour about the function f(u) and f'(u). I am now so exhausted that I am stuttering and pronouncing my r's as l's for the second time this week. I sound like I'm 4 again, but I'm pooped. I did learn something interesting this week. Joe's toes are longer than my fingers and he can manipulate a pencil between them like his fingers which are longer than my feet. Oh, and for everyone who hates Orlando Bloom, every girl in my literature class would rather have Mel Gibson.

I have no idea what you where doing in a recording studio but it sounds like it wasn't much. As for patella's as soon as I know what one is I will probably make a comment on how strange your one is. Mel Gibson is a dick and I hate him. He is worse than Russell Crowe and that takes some doing.

And Passion of The Christ was dead boring. To be fair I suppose if everybody knows how the story goes then you have to be pretty good to make it interesting.

He was quoted on interview saying his wife was going to hell. He's a dick.

Whereas Orlando Bloom doesn't actually come across as a dick, just a bit of a ladyboy .

I was referring to looks, not personality. Sorry, guys, he's hot. I lied, he WAS hot before he got old.

No. Never ever was hot. Noni Hastlehert was but never that guy.

Hehe fair enough I guess.

Although I don't know why you told us that, it just seems to confirm "nice guys come last..."

Better get working on my nasty streak then. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries etc.

I remember sitting in a recording studio with a home-made cowbell clicktrack... that was absolute torture... Tedious work, too. The fun bit was doing the mixing, though...

Yeah, well, nice guys often do come last...

That taunt only works if you've got a french accent...

I remember sitting in a recording studio with a home-made cowbell clicktrack... that was absolute torture... Tedious work, too. The fun bit was doing the mixing, though...

Yeah, well, nice guys often do come last...

That taunt only works if you've got a French accent...

:seeingdouble:

I knew that kebab was a bad idea...

Ackackackack, I can still hear that click rattling off of the inside of my cranium...*curlsupinfetalposition*

That was added in there because of an extensive discussion on movie-ishes that had all of the guys in our classroom jumping down our throats. I've never had any sort of affection for movie stars, musicians, or the like, but I would take Hunter Foster and Jim Croce and stick them in my closet forever if I had the chance. Nice guys come first.

A cheesily French accent.

My instructor wants us to practice along with a clicktrack when we do technique. It's torture...

You sure? I doesn't often seem like that.

Agreed. "Go boil your bottom, son of a sillly person"...

Dr. Beat is what ours is called. It is an instrument of the devil. I can't read music and having to play along with a metronome completely screws me up. I love watching percussion technique classes. Hahahahahhaa...

Completely sure, in most cases. You've always got the person who wants a trophy, but no one wants to marry/date/love an ass.

No, no, no.

I hate metronomes I can't keep time at all without the assistance of one though.

No, the small pocket metronomes are amusing. Don't all guys love gadgets?

Maybe not a complete ass, but quite a lot of people prefer the careless types...

I hate some gadgets and love others. I practically like one little gadget called the weel.

I like metronomes as long as I don't have to play along with them. I keep time relatively well, but everything should be AT LEAST twenty BPM quicker than we play it. I love playing fast music. Gadgets, bah. They're fun, but I'd rather do something productive, like stick pins in people...

I like people who are laid back and with pride in themselves. Careless doesn't really fly well with me, unless it's complete and unintentional.

Most males love gadgets, nonetheless. It's a hobby thing...

Yes, but people who don't care about others or about the world... Could you live with someone like that?

Ha, I figured out the ultimate male gift a few years ago. I got every guy on my list a rubber-band ball. They were all ecstatic and hugged me repeatedly and claimed that I was the best. Rubber-band balls...*shakeshead*

That would be the literal definition of careless. I didn't consider that, but I couldn't. When I see it in myself, it disgusts me, so I sure wouldn't CHOOSE to be with someone like that.