Bill Nye And Oboists

I AM SO MAD OMG.

I asked to get out of Japanese class early (I left ten minutes early!)-- thankfully, Marcus-sensei was very understanding (though in a contextual sense, not really a linguistical sense, as I had to rephrase myself several different ways in Japanese before I got my point across, lol . . . )-- to go see Bill Nye. A few other kids from Japanese follow me out, including Joe, who I've hung out quite a bit with lately (though he wasn't sure if he wanted to see Bill Nye-- just at least get out early for lunch :-P).

However, when I get there, the doors are shut. The people are like, "We have a film of this going on in the Gargoyle." I want to cry. I mean-- Bill Nye! The incestuously-shared Imaginary Boyfriend of two generations of women in my family! This is heartbreaking!

Things are only made worse by the fact that I forgot to eat breakfast and also forgot to bring my phone. I just now got the voicemail message from Lisa that she was valiantly saving seats. However, nobody let us in-- and I doubt they would have even if I had told them of Lisa's heroism.

So Joe and I go back to Mallinkrodt, and our only consolation is that there are no lines in the entire food place. So we get ourselves some Asian food and hunker down in the Gargoyle, which is still relatively empty. Joe confesses he never actually watched Bill Nye as a kid. ZOMG can we say deprived??? Lol . . .

So we got to see Bill Nye on videocast. He is amusing and wonderful and full of science-y love, but I am not actually in his presence, so this is depressing. Actually, he really reminded me a lot of Lisa in his presented views of the day, as he talked about being a Chemical Engineer and all about the Earth's atmosphere and saving it. He also talked about Pluto not being a planet (that's kind of sad, though, actually), and putting sundiles on Mars.

(Oh! Now I am eating iron-fortified cereal like that one time he stuck cereal in a centrifuge with a magnet and spun it and all the iron squished out and stuck to it!)

It was definitely a good experience for Joe, I think. He laughed practically loudest of anybody, probably because the Wonder That Is Bill Nye was all new to him (I told him to seek out video recordings of his old shows; I mean, they are totally out there!). He even stayed through his Biology class (totally worth it, of course-- particularly considering the videos of the lectures are saved streaming videos online!). Sad, sad, deprived childhood, that boy must have had. Though he turned out okay. I mean, he plays the oboe. Oboists are cool. Tory is an oboist. Lee who is always friendly to me and has dressed up like a giant Recycling Symbol is an oboist. The women Bill Nye deemed fit to marry also is an oboist. Apparently Taco Bell Girl from YHO, though an oboist, is not cool, but maybe Taco Bell Girl is just like Naomi Of The Hairy Feet and is actually nice to everybody but Tory O.o . . .

Afterwards, we hurry over to the Graham Chapel entrance to try to find Lisa, only to find she has left for class (*sigh* the sacrifices some do not make for Bill Nye love!). We do find Keith, however, who also did not get in (apparently he stood in the back of the Gargoyle, and I just didn't see him. I did see Henry, but he didn't see me, and I felt dumb waving over to him, after a while, lol . . . ). Then Keith is like, "He must be leaving, now!" So we rush over to the side of the building, only to see him disappear into a car and drive away.

I should write a haiku-- or, perhaps, in occasion of my enrollment in Japanese Literature class, a tanka:

Bill Nye, Science Guy:
You are too loved for us to see.
My oboist friend
Stands also in awe of you
As your sedan drives away.

Bill Nye And Oboists

I AM SO MAD OMG.

I asked to get out of Japanese class early (I left ten minutes early!)-- thankfully, Marcus-sensei was very understanding (though in a contextual sense, not really a linguistical sense, as I had to rephrase myself several different ways in Japanese before I got my point across, lol . . . )-- to go see Bill Nye. A few other kids from Japanese follow me out, including Joe, who I've hung out quite a bit with lately (though he wasn't sure if he wanted to see Bill Nye-- just at least get out early for lunch :-P).

However, when I get there, the doors are shut. The people are like, "We have a film of this going on in the Gargoyle." I want to cry. I mean-- Bill Nye! The incestuously-shared Imaginary Boyfriend of two generations of women in my family! This is heartbreaking!

Things are only made worse by the fact that I forgot to eat breakfast and also forgot to bring my phone. I just now got the voicemail message from Lisa that she was valiantly saving seats. However, nobody let us in-- and I doubt they would have even if I had told them of Lisa's heroism.

So Joe and I go back to Mallinkrodt, and our only consolation is that there are no lines in the entire food place. So we get ourselves some Asian food and hunker down in the Gargoyle, which is still relatively empty. Joe confesses he never actually watched Bill Nye as a kid. ZOMG can we say deprived??? Lol . . .

So we got to see Bill Nye on videocast. He is amusing and wonderful and full of science-y love, but I am not actually in his presence, so this is depressing. Actually, he really reminded me a lot of Lisa in his presented views of the day, as he talked about being a Chemical Engineer and all about the Earth's atmosphere and saving it. He also talked about Pluto not being a planet (that's kind of sad, though, actually), and putting sundiles on Mars.

(Oh! Now I am eating iron-fortified cereal like that one time he stuck cereal in a centrifuge with a magnet and spun it and all the iron squished out and stuck to it!)

It was definitely a good experience for Joe, I think. He laughed practically loudest of anybody, probably because the Wonder That Is Bill Nye was all new to him (I told him to seek out video recordings of his old shows; I mean, they are totally out there!). He even stayed through his Biology class (totally worth it, of course-- particularly considering the videos of the lectures are saved streaming videos online!). Sad, sad, deprived childhood, that boy must have had. Though he turned out okay. I mean, he plays the oboe. Oboists are cool. Tory is an oboist. Lee who is always friendly to me and has dressed up like a giant Recycling Symbol is an oboist. The women Bill Nye deemed fit to marry also is an oboist. Apparently Taco Bell Girl from YHO, though an oboist, is not cool, but maybe Taco Bell Girl is just like Naomi Of The Hairy Feet and is actually nice to everybody but Tory O.o . . .

Afterwards, we hurry over to the Graham Chapel entrance to try to find Lisa, only to find she has left for class (*sigh* the sacrifices some do not make for Bill Nye love!). We do find Keith, however, who also did not get in (apparently he stood in the back of the Gargoyle, and I just didn't see him. I did see Henry, but he didn't see me, and I felt dumb waving over to him, after a while, lol . . . ). Then Keith is like, "He must be leaving, now!" So we rush over to the side of the building, only to see him disappear into a car and drive away.

I should write a haiku-- or, perhaps, in occasion of my enrollment in Japanese Literature class, a tanka:

Bill Nye, Science Guy:
You are too loved for us to see.
My oboist friend
Stands also in awe of you
As your sedan drives away.