t3knomanser's Fustian Deposits

I'm having a good day today. The class I have is... fun. The people are talkative, interesting, and willing to banter. They're smart, and can follow the material, and haven't had a seconds worth of struggle while asking me well thought out and interesting questions.

They're enjoying themselves, I'm enjoying myself- a dream class. Yet, I step out of the classroom, and it pops, becuase goddammit, the management is a bunch of assholes.

That aside, with classes like this, I can stomach working here, but I still can't dawdle much longer. I hear back from a few of the jobs on Monday. Here's hoping.

So, RP was last night. To keep y'all updated on what happened in this fun story:
I had no idea what to do with Jasper (now known as Wall Street), and that was okay, he didn't know what to do with himself. He tried a few stances, ass, hero, looser, and doesn't know what to do with his new life.

That's all I feel like saying.

Cate and I were going to go down Ktownwards, chill at Ben and Tim's, but it's $124 to take a train from here to Puggy, at least for two of us, and that's in an unreserved seat. We can't swing that.

Blowballs!