Oh boy, Oh Boy

I'm in-between classes now and isn't it just the worst thing? I have a class from 9-12 in the morning and then 6-9 in the night, which really isn't that fantastic if you think about it, having to drag myself off to school twice in one day. Torture, really. It's only redeeming quality is the 6-9 class is for Sketch Comedy, so it's mostly worth it.

Then again, our first class Tuesday morning is Documentary, which sounds like it would be disgustingly boring, but it's almost just as fun. Our teacher, David Ozier , is rather clever. My partner, Aaron, and I are also doing a pitch project for Doc. class about AIDS as a Government Conspiracy. So even if David was a boring old wheat crumb, I think I'd still find the class fairly entertaining.

I'm a bit nervous about workshopping my sketch at class today, because it includes themes of animal boinking, penis envy and murderous rampages. Must remember not to let my roommate read it, or he'll start blanking me. Maybe. I'm not sure if he's clever enough to pick up on the fact that one of the characters is a caricature of him. Oh dear.

Lee:: I didn't actually make the connection between my net name and your company until after the fact. Copernicus just *sounds* cool, and I looked it up. He's some type of super-cool astrological scientist, and so it fits anyways, because most of the stuff I write is science fiction. All complete coincidence, of course.



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