I've always thought people deserved second chances. Guess this is mine. The powerful play goes on and all that. Also, the food's pretty good! No smoking, though, that's rough. What's the school like?
Yeah. It's pretty fucked up. I was the only one for almost a month, that shit was scary. But you guys just keep showing up, and I bet Todd is next, and I could do for Meeks and Pittsie and absofuckinglutely no one else. Bright side, slick, our fathers aren't here.
Wait, hey. No-one else why? I mean, Cameron, since you won't have to room with him. And if the English dep.'s as bad as you're saying, we could do with Keating.
This is pretty strange. I mean, time seems to have gone topsy-turvy. You've been here more than a month and you're talking about stuff I never got to, that is, stuff I never saw. Which is kind of a trip.
Tell me about it. Apparently I went to military school? I wouldn't know because I didn't live it, but Knox did. I hate the time fuck-up, but it doesn't matter because you're here.
I don't really want to be? I don't know. I don't know yet. It hasn't really all had time to sink in. I mean, when I got here, I figured this was some whacked out, I don't know, afterlife or something. God, and now I find out you and Knox are here - which is great! - and I'm here and you guys remember stuff I don't! On top of all that, people know about our lives and there's this fictional bullshit, like what Keating had to say doesn't matter anymore because he's not here and real with us. Just, my head's in a really weird place right now.
It's alright. Give it time. You went through a lot of shit, right? You'll get used to it. The fictional bullshit's not so bad, I'm still working on finding our movie, but the dork I was using got himself tortured and it's slow going. Bone to pick, though. Everything Keating said still matters. In fact, it matters more now because we're real. It doesn't matter that he's not here, words and ideas can still change the world. I got a new Captain, alright? Not on the same level as Keating, completely different, but still about revolutionary ideas, and if there's anything I've learned so far here, it's that Keating was fucking infallible about that. So don't let that worry your pretty little head too much, alright?
Sure, right. I can give it time. I just need to keep telling myself, second chances. And keep busy. I can't believe you got a new Captain, when can I meet him?
Yeah, keep busy. I'm not leaving you alone. Knoxious and I will be on your back every second of every day. It'll be fun! Just like old times. You can meet Kennit... Shit, I don't know, Knox hasn't even met him yet. Sometime? Whenever we're not busy.
Yeah, everything's completely better. Seriously, do you keep mentally skipping the part where our fathers aren't here?
You can't? Really? I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. But if you heard the bullshit he was saying, Neil. It was justified. I always told you he was no good, and then look what happens. Fucking fink. I'm glad I did it. Went out with a bang.
Yeah, I do a little. It's not really something I can take in all at once, I just have to take in pieces of it. It's the future, we can legally drink, and my parents aren't here to tell me what to do. Also, Knox is technically older than us, I've lost my college fund and six years of academic credits. God, just typing it makes me feel a little nauseous.
YES, WE CAN LEGALLY DRINK. Thank god for you, Neil Perry, because guess whose alcohol tolerance hasn't improved? Ding ding, that'd be our precious Knox. But aside from that, the freedom is amazing once you get used to it. And hey, we've got our study group back, for the most part.
I have some wine left over and I'm sure Cordelia (bitch roommate, you'll meet her) has something we can steal. After I take Kaitlin (by the way, how fucking gorgeous is she?) out to dinner, you two come over, yeah? Poetry and wine (deal with it, Knoxious) and catching up and you're both staying at my apartment, we'll build a fort or some shit. Celebrate you being back.
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:06 pm (UTC)Oh, right. I broke Cameron's nose for running his mouth about you and Keating and got myself thrown out of the school. Hence: no one else.
Keating, yeah.
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:11 pm (UTC)This is pretty strange. I mean, time seems to have gone topsy-turvy. You've been here more than a month and you're talking about stuff I never got to, that is, stuff I never saw. Which is kind of a trip.
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:30 pm (UTC)It's alright. Give it time. You went through a lot of shit, right? You'll get used to it. The fictional bullshit's not so bad, I'm still working on finding our movie, but the dork I was using got himself tortured and it's slow going. Bone to pick, though. Everything Keating said still matters. In fact, it matters more now because we're real. It doesn't matter that he's not here, words and ideas can still change the world. I got a new Captain, alright? Not on the same level as Keating, completely different, but still about revolutionary ideas, and if there's anything I've learned so far here, it's that Keating was fucking infallible about that. So don't let that worry your pretty little head too much, alright?
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:49 pm (UTC)Pretty little head, Charlie, what the hell.
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Date: 2008-01-29 05:51 pm (UTC)Fuck off, I missed you.
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Date: 2008-01-29 06:43 pm (UTC)Me too, Nuwanda. ...Jesus, I still can't believe you got expelled.
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Date: 2008-01-29 06:48 pm (UTC)You can't? Really? I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. But if you heard the bullshit he was saying, Neil. It was justified. I always told you he was no good, and then look what happens. Fucking fink. I'm glad I did it. Went out with a bang.
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Date: 2008-01-29 06:58 pm (UTC)I get that.
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Date: 2008-01-29 07:03 pm (UTC)Shit. I'm sorry.
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Date: 2008-01-29 07:16 pm (UTC)I have some wine left over and I'm sure Cordelia (bitch roommate, you'll meet her) has something we can steal. After I take Kaitlin (by the way, how fucking gorgeous is she?) out to dinner, you two come over, yeah? Poetry and wine (deal with it, Knoxious) and catching up and you're both staying at my apartment, we'll build a fort or some shit. Celebrate you being back.
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