Orientation week is almost over. Just tomorrow. No sightings of V.I. Melanin though Tuesday's Polo Bear 7-11 trip was much appreciated.
THE BRIEFING:
So, Michel and The Stache Update: Still, douchey. Still unaware of their own douchiness. I HATE THEM. Like, I REALLY HATE THEM. It's hard to feel bad for them. (Even Royale With Cheese [who is also among the nicest people I have ever met in my life, except when it come to Shitfucker {we'll get to him later}] had this to say: "I just don't get where he comes off. You can't be that pompous as a freshman." (Ed. note: In all seriousness, you have to earn a sense of superiority or else you just end up like the 11030 Mob.)
So, Freshman Best Friend Update: Electric Bugaloo still dancing and presumably still smoking six packs a day. Scrappy Doo and Me '11 have almost edged out Electric Bugaloo, almost. The tall kids are starting to like me. Success!
The kid who broke his wrist (heretofore know as Pity Party) came back. I still felt really bad because like he couldn't even hold a pen so someone had to write his name in his Bible for him. Pity PARTY!
Spawn, stop talking and corrupting Mountain Lion.
Drink Me! was super nice to SL 1J today. Which is surprising because normally the only time he goes out of his way to talk to a student is when he has an erection. He did it boner-free today. Good job, Drink Me!.
Despite my Bobby Knight-esque coaching skills, the Jedi have only won one game. Tomorrow, the (w)reckoning.
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