According to yesterdays comments, I am purely a construct of Josh's mind. I'm fine with this, but I only ask that he imagine the tiny roomate and I into a sweet ass apartment for cheap, please. And make it so I don't have to work anymore but I don't go into debt.
In other news, first day of MATH-O-MANIA: PART III was yesterday evening. This is the first class I've had on the fifth floor of SCCC, and there are plants everywhere. The instructors head is too small for her body, but this is going to be no where near as distracting as Mister Bald On Top With Edges Grown Into a (you ready for this? ) RAT TAIL. I'm serious. An honest to goodness rat tail with a bead on the end. All the hair around the edges was grey, but the tail was so old it was still black on bottom. He also wore giant amber Bling on his fingers and a mirrored belt. I couldn't stop staring at it. Swinging there in the wind. He gave me a 4.0. Maybe he thought I had a thing for his hair appendage.
Current instructor also has the incredibly annoying habit of writing out every single thing she says on the blackboard. Verbatim. No abbreviations. Printing. Slowly. I can't wait to be finished with dumb kids math. I am, however, enjoying writing as though I'm fourteen years old.
I'm going to see American Analog Set with Patrickt this evening. Rumors have been spreading that a meal may be eaten at Bimbo's and there is a slight possibility of going to the fabric store.
Josh, maybe you should imagine me doing something more interesting here quick. Something that involves a body of water, a fireworks show, a melon, and a chase scene, perhaps.
Posted by Sonya at July 2, 2003 01:18 PMPlease forgive my ignorance, but what is a "Bling"?
Posted by: THE COMTE at July 2, 2003 01:52 PMa flashy bit of jewelery.
Posted by: sjet at July 2, 2003 01:59 PMstraight up, g. for other recent examples of street vernacular, please see tim, as he has recently been immersed in both 'cradle 2 the grave' and 'ride or die', two of what I consider the new blaxploitation classics. that part where the doberman runs up the wall--classic. (that's not a euphamism-- a doberman literallyruns up a wall to bite dmx's ass.)
sorry for the digression.
Posted by: logan at July 2, 2003 02:08 PMwe imagine a 1977 Ford Torino with unique decals and some discreet modifications of a crime-fighting nature, we see speedboats and some bad-guys with wet-gelled mullets.
we'd like a two-parter with a staggering cliff-hanger and some well-trained otters making whimsy with the stolen jewels...
bah, typed into a corner again.
PS: I know the smell of babies. I have a pixie with that smell... for my peace of mind please confirm you're refering to *clean* babies!! - cleary's (never clearies).
Posted by: fire3500 at July 2, 2003 02:31 PMoh, yes. clean babies. and not baby *powder* neither: sonya smells like babies.
Posted by: mol at July 2, 2003 02:34 PMalthough, now that i think about it, "sonya smells like poo nappies" is funny enough that i may lie and say that instead:
sonya is blond.
sonya lives in Seattle.
sonya smells like poo nappies.
It's not so bad, smelling like poo nappies. (that *is* pretty damn funny, yo.)
Posted by: sjet at July 2, 2003 02:52 PMBest math class I ever took: Vectors, Matrices and Analytical Geometry.
The professor stood with his back to the class, talking directly into the chalk board. He would write with one hand, and erase with the other, simultaneously.
I got a 49%.
Presumably, if he'd have had a little tiny head, some project gold, or a cool-ass rat-tail, I'd have fared better.
And fictional Sonya rides a tricked-out, low-rider Vespa, with a jolly-roger flag on the back and wicker basket with daisies on the front.
Posted by: bryant at July 2, 2003 03:43 PMI realize that I'm a little late in the game with this comment, but I have to say that the imaginary scooter-captain explains a lot, as I have always considered her to be too good to be true.
And what a gripping drama - a classload of students, all scribbling furiously, trying to jot down what the right hand was writing before the left hand's eraser put it on the express bus to oblivion. Or vice versa, which would be REALLY impressive.