Saturday, January 24, 2009//2:12 AM

quel est tu numéro de téléphone

And yet again I have a chance to work on transcripting. Or in this case, re-telling a situation.
While slacking in the library (waiting for my dear SEW to arrive so we could start filming the 4th session) reading "Writing comedy", some random guy went up to me and said

Random Guy: Hi, I was wondering if I could have your number?
Eunice the loonice: "Um, is it for some project?" [ in normal circumstances I'd NEVER ask such a question, but he had that "Survey" face going on, and looked so chipper ]
RG: Oh no; I just noticed you in school a few times and I wanted to get to know you better. [ I was still getting that "i'm doing a dare/exeriment/project" vibe ]
E: Uh.... Sorry but I don't feel comfortable giving my number (to random strangers).
RG: Oh, its ok. Thanks anyway. [ Walks away happy anyway, cuz i'm probably the gazillionth person on his experiment who's vetoed his request ]
E: [ Watches RG walk away, wayyy more amused over his phantom experiment than the prospect of his request ]

I know that if i did my transcripts like this with all the interjected thoughts in [ arrows ] I'd fail my FCOPE. Which reminds me, I've yet to see how Egan wants his annotations in side columns. Crud.
Oddly enough that guy's face and mannerism reminded me of Reuben The Lecturer. So its no wonder I came up with a thesis for Random Guy's pseudo/non existent experiment: The general population of students found in libraries are unadventurous and not open to new acquaintances on a whole.

Yeah.




Momma says my pill poppin's an addiction. What does she know? I'm the pill popper, I'd know better if it were an addiction.