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fandomhigh2011-09-23 02:33 pm
onapalebicycle.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhigh2011-09-23 02:33 pm
that apathy thing, some room, after the whatever, wait do really I have to go? fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
Okay, to be honest, it had been a little difficult at first for George to find the proper mood for Apathy Club. Because she had missed it. (Shut up.) These were her ... crew. Sort of. And Seifer was bringing music, and Jeremy was going to be there, and they were -- uh. They had gone on a date. That meant something, right?
However, George was a professional. More importantly, she had to actually get out of bed (yes, this was afternoon. Do not judge her) and go over to the school on a day that she didn't even have classes, and then fucking run the stupid thing, and that helped considering with putting her in the proper state of mind.
About ten minutes after the club should have started -- most of which George spent with her head down on her desk -- she finally spoke.
"Congratulations," she said. "You have somehow signed up for the most worthless club in all existence. You could have been doing your nails with the sorority or actually helping people in Pride. You could have been out with your friends, assuming you have any. You could be in your room right now, reading a book. Staring at the wall. Hell, masturbating."
She shrugged. "Literally any of those would have been better. Do not blame me when you realize I am right, because I do not give a fuck. So: great job, guys, signing up for something this stupid. Make sure you're here bright and early next week for more fun."
And then she put her head back down. She was going to stay like that unless anybody bugged her.
... or maybe unless Jeremyif he was there wanted to make out or something.
(OCD incoming!)
However, George was a professional. More importantly, she had to actually get out of bed (yes, this was afternoon. Do not judge her) and go over to the school on a day that she didn't even have classes, and then fucking run the stupid thing, and that helped considering with putting her in the proper state of mind.
About ten minutes after the club should have started -- most of which George spent with her head down on her desk -- she finally spoke.
"Congratulations," she said. "You have somehow signed up for the most worthless club in all existence. You could have been doing your nails with the sorority or actually helping people in Pride. You could have been out with your friends, assuming you have any. You could be in your room right now, reading a book. Staring at the wall. Hell, masturbating."
She shrugged. "Literally any of those would have been better. Do not blame me when you realize I am right, because I do not give a fuck. So: great job, guys, signing up for something this stupid. Make sure you're here bright and early next week for more fun."
And then she put her head back down. She was going to stay like that unless anybody bugged her.
... or maybe unless Jeremy
(OCD incoming!)
Re: Hang Out in the Back, Avoid Eye Contact, and Be Sullen [ap]
an episodelong.But he could zone out like a boss, so he did that.