#like I’m sure other people figured it out but I’m just realizing it lolllll

[shrugsinchinese]

Oh just realized that elven races in dnd lean on the shorter side bc they trance sitting up, so there’s probably not much time for them to decompress from gravity

[ginmo]

How do you think the Bran and Jaime’s meeting will go in the books? I’ve read theories guessing he might end up as King Bran’s Hand, meta where the writers want him to become a mentor or father figure to the Starks in a full circle of his redemption arc, while others don’t want or think he should be involved with the Starks long-term either because of his and his family’s sins against the Starks or because they view his arc as reclamation rather than redemption or atonement. 1/2

This is what GRRM said about Bran and exploring time. 

“It's an obscenity to go into somebody's mind. So Bran may be responsible for Hodor's simplicity, due to going into his mind so powerfully that it rippled back through time. The explanation of Bran's powers, the whole questions of time and causality - can we affect the past? Is time a river you can only sail one way or an ocean that can be affected wherever you drop into it? These are issues I want to explore in the book, but it's harder to explain in a show.” - Fire Cannot Kill a Dragon

Hodor’s name reveal is neat and all, but Bran’s power to manipulate the past doesn't exist just so we can randomly learn Hodor’s pointless name origin. That would be ridiculous unless the scene was used to introduce that ability. Hodor’s name reveal is important to the narrative, and I believe its purpose is to set up a much bigger event/reveal involved around Bran interfering with the past, not just observing it. I’m pretty sure GRRM was hint-hinting to D&D about this, which is why he told them about the random ass Hodor scene that was already written, thinking it would be obvious what that means for the overall plot and letting them run with it but………………..

Because of this, I think it’s possible Bran brought himself to where he is. 

IF Bran isn’t involved in The Push, then he could have been involved with Jaime killing the Mad King. I kinda like the idea of Bran playing into Aerys’ madness, causing him to stock up on wildfire around the city, because then the wildfire would be an essential future plot element for a bigger purpose towards the end of the series and it would be a question of time, “a river you can only sail one way, or an ocean that can be affected wherever you drop it,” but for the entire series. (And, as someone with a passion in astrophysics, I’m a sucker for discussions around time. BUTTHAT’SJUSTME) 

Do I totally subscribe to this theory? Eh. I’m still not convinced Bran is King of All of Westeros for reasons, but I’m open-minded. I DO think Jaime is surviving the series, for reasonsssss, so I’m putting that disclaimer out there right now. I will never claim with absolute confidence that he is surviving though because, I mean, nobody fucking knows, and there’s an argument for death. I’m just going off of narrative clues that I perceive to be clues, and taking other character arcs into consideration. After literally drawing up a table because I’m weird, the column for Survive has more evidence and justification than the column for Dies, so that’s why I lean the way I lean. SO with that being said, I think it’s possible he has more of a political future.

IF this is what GRRM is writing, Jaime would still be responsible for pushing him, of course, but future Bran would want to be pushed. He'd be setting everything in motion to create the butterfly effect that makes it happen. 

Even if that isn’t what GRRM had intended with exploring time, it’s highly likely Bran’s character development is taking him down a path of apathy over it, meaning he wouldn’t be needing Jaime to do something for the purpose of redemption for him. 

Speaking of Redemption…

-deep breath-

I’m going to go off on this a bit because it IS relevant, I swear. 

“Limits of redemption” is probably the biggest wtf interpretation fandom has when it comes to what GRRM actually said. I’ll try not to go off on it too much here but -

Interviewer: Both Jaime and Cersei are clearly despicable in those moments. Later, though, we see a more humane side of Jaime when he rescues a woman, who had been an enemy, from rape. All of a sudden we don’t know what to feel about Jaime.

GRRM: One of the things I wanted to explore with Jaime, and with so many of the characters, is the whole issue of redemption. When can we be redeemed? Is redemption even possible? I don’t have an answer. But when do we forgive people? [...]  I want there to be a possibility of redemption for us, because we all do terrible things. We should be able to be forgiven. Because if there is no possibility of redemption, what’s the answer then?  [x]

I bolded “we” from the interviewer, because it gives context to GRRM’s answer with “we” being the readers, not the characters or Jaime himself. (I think there’s another interview where he says “limits of redemption” but it’s in the same context. I could be wrong but I SWEAR I heard it. Anyway…) 

“I kind of tried to ask, ‘do you think he’s changed?’ to get him to talk about Jaime’s redemption arc, so he said something like he wanted to explore the concept of forgiveness and whether it’s possible to be forgiven for doing such horrible things, and that his goal was to ask the question, not give an answer.” [x]

Fandom thinks this is the characters giving Jaime forgiveness, and maybe there will be a small element of that in the books, but the question is for the readers. No, Jaime is not actively seeking redemption from people. His redemption is for himself, through living his best life, by rediscovering the person he used to be. Yes He Will Be Redeemed and No He Will Fail assume redemption is some arbitrary checklist determined by One Big Act, and they’re answers to a question GRRM doesn’t want to give an answer to. 

The purpose of Jaime’s POVs is to ask the readers, and the most obvious moment of this was the bath scene. GRRM smacks us over the head with the Aerys confession, and then as we’re introduced to more and more of his POV chapters, he slowly chips away at the Jaime illusion that was intentionally established the moment he pushed one of the perceived child protagonists out of a window. It’s brilliant, and I’m sorry GRRM that a large chunk of your fandom is too dense to get it. How frustrating lol. I’ll be insulted for him. (I’m legit wondering if his recent angsty tweets about grey and redemption about real life stem from a concern that his fandom won’t understand the point of the series.) 

To give you an idea of where these people are coming from, at least one BNF idiot on Twitter believes redemption hasn’t been explored with Jaime yet. 

But uh… 

GRRM mentioned his intent is to “explore redemption” after delivering Jaime POVs, because... it’s... not a spoiler… he’s already exploring redemption, because the question is being asked TO US. We were supposed to have an “oh shit” moment, realizing this is more complex than the surface level, biased perspective we were delivered at the beginning of the story. “Maybe Westeros and my protagonist have it wrong.” -cough- the people in the village in BatB -cough- 

No matter how much fandom likes to pretend they love GRRM for pushing the boundaries of fantasy, they secretly fucking hate it. They love to be comfortable, dude. That’s why they read this series as if it’s a clear cut Good vs. Evil, because a) ego and b) that’s easy. If GRRM was writing Jaime as doing everything with ill intent then…. his… question isn’t being asked. They think everything he does right now is selfish and Bad, so they’re waiting. They want it spoon fed to them. They want classic fantasy. They want Starks = Good, Lannisters = Bad. 

But… if the author sees Jaime’s actions as grey and complex, enough to ask the question to the readers if he’s redeemed in their eyes or not, then he’s not going to write an endgame that punishes the character for narrative payoff, because he doesn’t see his actions as “sins” or “crimes” in the same way that these people are. Once upon a time, a person on tumblr reblogged one of my posts and said that Jaime will rape Cersei before he kills himself and that will be his endgame. But GRRM doesn’t view Jaime as a rapist, so he’s not going to write Jaime as a rapist. I’m bringing that up, because it’s the same phenomenon. People can ignore authorial intent all they want, but NOT when it comes to predicting narrative trajectory. The general fandom is terrible at that lol. 

The exploration of redemption for Jaime comes in the form of confronting his disillusioned self and everything attached to it. Before someone thinks, “lolllll he isn’t disillusioned” 

 “he actually was a very idealistic young man who was disillusioned by life” [x]

Jaime’s redemption is the path of returning to that idealistic man for himself. It’s by feeling ashamed of the things he’s done to hide his love for Cersei. It’s by gaining independence and detaching from the toxic relationship that caused a mess outside of them. It’s by wanting to be like the knights he admired in his youth, and like the woman warrior that inspired him. 

So when I think about narrative payoff for Jaime, I don’t see it framed as him being “punished” for actions viewed as “crimes,” when GRRM clearly established those “crimes” as complicated and grey with a character already going through some positive development, and especially when the characters judging are written to be flawed as well.

On the other side, having him be “punished” by succumbing to hatred and anger is for sure giving an answer (this just… -sits on hands- don’t even get me started on THIS fucking hot take). That answer would be a clear, solid, “No, no matter how hard he tries to turn his life around, he can’t be redeemed, because he’s a hateful, angry, fucked up person.” I’ve legit seen people think “limits of redemption” is a boundary of redemption drawn in the sand that Jaime is walking towards but he won’t be able to cross it. I-......................... 

And what’s even the point of his handchop if scenario number 2 happens?  

“And Jaime, losing a hand, losing the very thing he defined himself on is crucial to where I think I want to go with the character. And he questions what do you make of yourself if you’ve lost that.” - GRRM [x]

(I’m going to put this quote in every post sorry not sorry) 

So he’s going to take Jaime on this big identity journey just for him to be like “lol nah he isn’t that” …?? That makes the loss of his hand meaningless, not “crucial.” Is it really crucial for him to lose his hand if he’s bringing him back to the beginning? Is it really crucial for him to lose his hand to make himself realize he’s hateful and a failure and murder Cersei and then himself? No. He could have still met Brienne and been inspired by her knightly ways, attempted to live a better life, found out about Cersei’s affairs, etc. He doesn’t need to lose his hand to reach a point of fucking murder/suicide lmao fuck (not saying he’ll do that but I KNOW people are thinking it). 

The loss of his hand is “crucial,” because GRRM has bigger endgame plans for him in the form of politics, and the journey to believably get there requires the forced loss of his warrior identity and everything that the hand symbolized. 

AS FOR THE ACTUAL HAND THEORY...

Even though I’m undecided on it, I CAN see it IF Bran is King. I get it. Jaime’s missing his right Hand, he becomes the Hand to the kid he pushed out the window. Hardy har har. I understand how that would be pleasing.

And we all know GRRM said something about how the best ones for power are the ones who don’t want it…  

And… this suspicious scene at the very beginning of the series… 

“You should be the Hand.” 

“Gods forbid,” a man’s voice replied lazily. “It’s not an honor I’d want. There’s far too much work involved.” 

Bran hung, listening, suddenly afraid to go on. -AGOT

BUT IF that happens, it wouldn’t be there as some sort of #atonement #forredemption. It would be there because of Jaime’s growth as a character after developing into a political player, after asking himself, “what do you make of yourself if you’ve lost [the swordhand]?” He’s no longer the warrior he once was. He dislikes any sort of political position, because he feels most alive with a sword in his hand. But that was Warrior Jaime, and the point of “what do you make of yourself after you’ve lost that” is Jaime going down a different path after discovering that Warrior Jaime has died. I mean, he’d never be actively seeking power and thinking it’s the best career ever, like he’d probably be all -sighhhhhhh- about it, but he’d be doing the responsible thing and what’s necessary. He’d make himself useful in a new way. 

“The Warrior had been Jaime’s god since he was old enough to hold a sword. Other men might be fathers, sons, husbands, but never Jaime Lannister, whose sword was as golden as his hair. He was a warrior, and that was all he would ever be.” - AFFC (Do I really need to make a post about how GRRM foreshadows? Mr. Bran: “I never fall”...?)

Jaime losing his hand was the narrative consequence for The Push, making all of his development post handchop -ALL OF HIS POVS- the redemption theme. It was the hand that pushed Bran, fucked his twin, killed his king, swung the sword against fandom’s Precious Protagonists… 

“You ought to be pleased. I’ve lost the hand I killed the king with. The hand that flung the Stark boy from that tower. The hand I’d slide between my sister’s thighs to make her wet.” - AFFC

So if Jaime becomes his Hand, it would be the two characters meeting in the middle, not Jaime groveling at his feet, begging for forgiveness, framed as a punishment for sins - “sins” that fandom views as “sins” that need narrative payoff, because they don’t understand intent. 

[mutantsrisingrpg]

Congratulations ADDISON! You’ve been accepted as RHEA.

 *Insert the Spongebob whew meme here* because Addison, your app for Rebeka blew me away. Rebeka is a character that wants to escape her past, but simply can’t because all of her actions stem from it. The way she corrects Benjamin the first time they meet was the perfect ending to a bio that had me hanigng on to every word. You created a fully dimensional character that I cannot wait to see join the dash! 

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: addison lolllll

PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

AGE: 20

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL:  imma say 6 to be safe. i’m usually more active than i think i am

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: RHEA

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her/hers

DETAILS & ANALYSIS: Disclaimer: I fully blame GHOST for what you’re about to read.

Rebeka’s got a clear chip on her shoulder (see: her pettiness regarding one Finn Croix) and it’s been there since the day she was born (or when she was conceived, some things are just meant to be). Rebeka York, no clear relation to the House of York, but is almost royalty all the same. Rebeka is the first born. That doesn’t make her the heir. She only has half of the prestigious blood flowing in her veins and it’s not enough to save her. The creek of a long forgotten floorboard in an abandoned cabin in the woods. She is a bastard, a monster, and her mother’s biggest mistake. They don’t find that out until later.

The shiver from a cold hand on your cheek — a sham of comfort. Rebeka’s parents cared about her, but didn’t love her the way a child deserved to be loved (and that’s another word. Deserving. And worthiness. Birthright. Everything has to have a purpose and meaning. Never loving simply because you do). But this is also how she shows affection too, this is what she learnt, and she doesn’t quite realize the recipient of her hand feels the same coldness she had felt. And that it hurts too. They are the shadow that follows you… The Yorks can’t fully get rid of her, but they can hide her. Rebeka, of the York family, but is not a York herself. Rhea, the mother of Olympian gods and goddesses, but not recognized as an Olympian goddess herself. Rrhea, medical suffix that means flow, discharge, (waste).

(note: I took a medical terminology class this past semester and I’m currently losing it lol).

This feeds into an unwanted paradigm that her actions follow. This need for approval even though the Yorks are years behind in her past. This need to meet her standards even though they’re not her standards in the first place. Not really given that they were forced upon her.

Rebeka, the uncommon spelling of Rebecca. Visually, it feels out of place. It’s missing some letters. It looks unrefined. It’s something nobody really expects (R-e-b-e-c-c-a? No, it’s R-e-b-e-k-a. No H). With her profession, the more people she removes, the more space she makes. Remember her name.

TLDR; She’s Elsa if I had written Frozen.

BIO:

TW: Infidelity, child abuse/corporal punishment, domestic abuse, child endangerment

It happens during a private lesson. Rebeka conjugates a verb wrong one too many times and her bottom meets the end of a ruler. Il faut que j’obéisse. There are two s’s. Tears spring to her eyes and she wipes them away forcefully, the evidence of her weak heart shimmering on the back of her hand. The governess grabs it with a stern voice, but she cuts herself off with a scream. Ms. McGiven’s palm is sparkling with blood and ice shards. Rebeka can’t feel her left hand. The devil’s apparatus is numb.

Edgar York takes one look in her eyes, that are no longer his, and knows it all.

The incident reveals her mother’s debt—you owe me a heir—and she is whisked away to the master wing. Rebeka doesn’t see her mother in the following months, the woman locked away to prevent potential affairs—potential bastards—but the air vents carry sounds. Rebeka hears more than she wants. She knows more than she should.

The best way to handle a scandal is to keep it in-house. Rebeka’s uncanny resemblance to her mother will only hurt them if they let her go, her father—guardian—rationalizes. Too many people to keep hush-hush, too many hands in their pockets. Rebeka disappears from Edgar’s socials with the same grace that her tutor disappears from her life. A child is to be seen, not heard. The York women are not as privileged.

Their blank slate arrives the following spring, bundled in Egyptian cotton. Rebeka knows how soft the material is, the picture doesn’t do it justice. Edmund—protector of wealth—looks just like his father! Or so the help says. Rebeka barely remembers Edgar’s face. The help delivers his messages to her, when he bothers to communicate anyway. A son is worth more than a daughter and Rebeka is a mutant to boot. A minimal investment—because death is too gruesome to consider. Rebeka does wonder sometimes. She’s put into this world to follow into Edgar York’s footsteps, but the circumstances of her birth prevents it so. What else is there? Rebeka lives because Edgar permits her to. This is another debt, isn’t it?

It’s not until there’s an attempt on Edmund’s life that Rebeka realizes what she can do to settle the debt. Ice melts. She can protect him. It’s a gamble, but it pays off. Finally, she becomes a worthwhile investment. Rebeka sees her guardian’s face for the first time in years. She doesn’t get training. Only her blood—half of it—overrides the unspoken law that the mansion is strictly anti-mutant. Rebeka gets a wing—the forbidden wing and she, the beast—and time to use. It’s all worth it. She yearns terribly to see the love in Edgar’s eyes again.

The first time she creates a hyacinth, Rebeka meets her brother and a seed of devotion takes root in her heart. Edmund is dark as the night, but his smile rivals the sun. His tiny hands pat her cheeks, his eyes glisten with wonder, and he loves her. He declares it so. Five-year olds have no social sensibilities. They feel because they simply do. Rebeka weeps and weeps and weeps. Her face remains dry.

Her mother had been 28 when she made her biggest mistake. Rebeka is 17. It’s an accident that looks purposeful. One hot summer day, Edmund ropes her into the infinity pool that sits above the skyline. It’s been years since her last swimming lesson and Rebeka only remembers enough to float. Edmund’s presence wrings out the anxiety out of her like a wet cloth. She drifts and drifts and drifts until something digs into her sides. Rebeka screams.

There is a loud crunching sound.

Her eyes fly open and the pool glistens with ice crystals. She kicks at the sheet of ice that bind her feet, creating waves that pull the blocks away. Her belly is numb and Rebeka looks on with horror at the small hands frozen to her skin. The following hour is a blur. She goes to her room shivering and sits by the window, watching as the siren lights fade away.

The second time she creates a hyacinth, her hands bleed from the ice shards. Edgar’s hand is big enough to wrap around her arm and Rebeka feels it for days after. Her wing stays the forbidden wing. She knows that Edmund lives. That is all she knows. The days pass by with little fanfare. The days become months. And then seasons.

The night her life changes—again—a man comes into the forbidden wing like a ghost. They did not inform me of a second York child. Rebeka corrects him. She’s the first born. Psalm 51:5. There is a chill in the air that doesn’t come from her, until it does, and the mysterious man with no fear in his eyes invites her away. His name is Benjamin Granger. She doesn’t find out until later.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

EOIN - Rebeka had been raised to measure people by their worth. To her, Eoin has virtually none. He doesn’t really fit with the whole Kings Collective shtick anyway. Like for a group that prioritizes art and the aesthetic, his membership as a guy whose power is acid (destructive, dangerous, out of control) feels out of place. He is not beautiful. His power is not beautiful. It is a weakness. His carelessness makes the Collective weak and in a world where power means all, it just won’t do. Objectively, he performs well as his job as a weapon, but his lack of control is a liability. Sure. he respects her. She can understand that. A berserk puppy vying for her attention. But he doesn’t understand how she wants her respect to be earned and she’s not so generous as to throw a bone. If he cares so much, he should figure it out by now.

CIARA - What Rebeka can’t stand is people blaming others to feel better about themselves. Ciara isn’t as invisible as her power makes her to be and Rebeka hates that the other woman is so blind to how her actions have consequences. It’s too bad that she’s included in Rebeka’s object permanence. (And what I like about their connection—and I promise I didn’t do this on purpose—is that they both came from a family with minimal attention to spare. This was once a kinship, now it’s a bitter reminder: people might know you. They might love you. But they sure as hell don’t understand you. This is an instance where their similarities drove them apart.)

EXTRA: none for now!

[17sunday]

writing on the day of dec. 6 2019

this week has been so fucking wild I had to document it or else my sleep depravation will make me forget it by tomorrow!

sunday - dec. 1 thanksgiving weekend has come to a close and i’m FUCKED, like I have so many fucking projects to complete (mind you, these are all master’s level courses) and I’ve sort of started, but I know the biggest hurdle for all of them has yet to be completed. I have severe anxiety on things not getting done and i will literally stay up if I feel like I am not making enough progress on something...so guess what I stay up till 6 am in order to run this code on Rstudio (sleep count: 3 hours)

monday - dec. 2 I am a teaching assistant for capstone, so I can’t sleep in and go to class to help out my students, keep in mind i’m tired, but I can usually thrive off of 3 hours if its only a day and I take a nap. turns out i had a lot more to do for my project presentation on tuesday than i thought (ah it always becomes that way huh?) and I had no nap because i had to go to office hours for last minute checks, then I had to work on the code....but at 1AM when I was generating the graphs, I reached an error and its hard to explain the logistics but I had to REDO all the coding analysis again and i was on such of a crunch on time yall that I COULDNT EVEN CRY AND HAVE A BREAKDOWN WHAT THE FUCK AND I SLEPT AT FUCKING ASS O CLOCK 6 AM (sleep count: 6 hours)

tuesday - dec. 3 i have a presentation in this advanced bio class (i wont specifically name the class just in case LOL) and I think I did well but my professor asks me (and everyone in the class) to do another coding shit YET HE TELLS ONE STUDENT SHE DID A LOT AND JUST ADD TO DISCUSSION LIKE U FUCKING BITCH WE ALL WORKED HARD *victoria justice voice* HOW DARE HE BULLSHIT US LIKE THAT, HE KNOWS DAMN WELL WE ALL WORK HARD AND NOW WE HAVE EXTRA SHIT AND THIS BITCH GETS NONE IM DONE WITH THIS FAVORITISM I SWEAR TO GOD but several people liked my presentation and said i did a great job so i felt so RELIEVED after the presentation, IT WAS DONE THE CODE WAS DONE and then I had lunch with jake and thai and we had the funniest fucking conversations i love them so much

THEN I HAD A FUCKING PITCH TO MAKE FOR WEDNESDAY AND I HAD A WEDNESDAY MEETING AT 8 AM BUT I SLEPT AT 6 AM AGAIN BTICH LMAO I ended up telling my professor I couldn’t make the meeting and they were fine with it, I’m glad I have an understanding professor who won’t pressure us and is understanding when things come up

I showed up to class at maybe 10:30 AM? (sleep count: 10.5 hours)

wednesday - dec. 4 I’m walking death at this point. I stayed up to finish my pitch, i watched m*mas and that show was bullshit and a waste of time aka svt deserved daesang butttttt whatevers, I go to class and I’m working on other assignments and take a 30 minute nap before my 4:50PM class (which goes until 7:30 mind you). I show up to class and we do our presentations. I’m already in a rough state of mind, and i always compare myself to others so when my professor heavily complimented my peers and didn’t leave room for a nice compliment for me I was so devastated and it probably showed on my face i was on verge of TEARS. I’ve dealt with so much bullshit I couldn’t even face this I was literally just working off of no sleep and my constant self-deprecation made me sensitive but I talked to both jake and thai and they made me see a perspective i would have never seen before. before i left the class i reached out to my professor on what I can improve and she gave me pointers and she is good at reading people’s faces and said “its great bea...its so great!!” and i felt INFINITELY TIMES BETTER! she’s also so so kind to me. My friend a/hmad also said “bea i dont want you to depend on others to say good job, because no matter what, someone will always critique you” and that really hit me hard, for the first time i thought about how i perceive myself and how dependent i am to receive verbal affirmation from other people. I realized i no longer wanted to be tied to that. I want to have confidence from MYSELF because i know my OWN worth, not because i’m happy someone else sees me as worthy....it was a catalyst and now im learning...i feel like i always learn something big in college in terms of my self growth and I am SO happy for that... anyway my team and i worked late into the evening for a cyber project to figure out how to alter a PID controller and I almost broke down but my team and I were working hard and eventually we reached a solution (not what I thought would be the best, but Muthuswamy was on board!!!) and my team said “ok we aren’t getting anywhere lets go home” when it was 11PM and we all agreed. We, and me especially have been dying this week and the rest would do us good, my friends all pleaded for me to sleep early and I promised them i would :(( i love how worried they are, their kindness touches me!!! ALSO JAKE GAVE US RIDES BACK TO OUR PLACES AND FUCKING PUT ON TOKYO DRIFT AND DRIFTED LOLOLOLOLOOLOLOL

slept at 2 AM (sleep count - 18 hours)

thursday - dec. 5 FINALLY I GOT 7 HOURS OF SLEEP! I TRUSTED MY TEAM AND LET US ALL REST TO WORK HARD TOMORROW. I showed up to class where I realized the bullshit where the favorite student got to do nothing and we do everything LOL but i was whatevers about it. afterwards I booked it to the tutoring center to finish up the presentation. Jake clutched and got all the graphs looking PRETTY I LOVED IT! HE IS A TRUE BRO! we went to class a little later but muthuswamy went through presentations and was impressed and jsut wanted to make sure we make robust testing in the report which made me SO HAPPY! he seemed to recognize us and our efforts too!!! IM SO GLAD HE LIKED IT

we then had to work on homework and i swear we had the funniest fucking conversations like a/hmad’s team texts him please in front of each text and so he started texting please in the first part too LMAOOO IM SO DEAD, then like both a/hmad and s/teven worked on the homework cause j/ke and i did the project LOLLLLL and jake and i would fucking LAUGH at everything cause what is this BULLSHIT we’re learning HAHAHAHAHAH

THEN JAKE SANG HALO IN THE HALLWAY WHEN IT WAS ECHOY AND WHEN HE WALKED IN HE GOT STANDING OVATION FROM CURRENT SENIORS LMAOO

we turn in the homework by 8 and thai and i leave by 9:30 to get ihop. we were angry at service but the server who just clocked in was so NICE AHHHHHHH, we had our regular sleepover and i practiced for pitch FOR THIS STARTUP COMPETITION slept at 3am (sleep count: 25 hours)

friday (today) - dec. 6  SO NO ONE REPLIED WHAT TIME I HAD TO HELP OUT AS FACILITATOR SO I JUST SHOWED UP AT 12PM AT THE PRESENTING AREA. I enjoyed talking to my students and got some action shots taken of me hehe. then i went to the presentation and KILLED IT AND MY TEAM WON 10K OMG, i will elaborate later, still processing churro n taco LOL