Prideview Random

What the hell's going on? New York? Seriously?

New York, huh? Think I can manage to keep myself busy here.

I don't suppose someone can give me a do-over for the last month or so?

Why, why, why are undergraduate students so stupid that they cannot grasp the basic facts of physics? These are people who want to major in the subject and yet they are far too stupid to grasp the basics! How my students managed to get into an Ivy League college is beyond me.

I think I should get a PhD student to teach these idiots and hope that by the time I teach them again that they can at least manage basic mathematics and know the simplest laws of physics!

Honestly. Idiots, the lot of them!

There are times I really wish I could turn off this little....talent.

There are some things I just don't want/need to know.

Lab paper due Tuesday. I am 50% done.

Her Royal Highness, Lady Ella wants to go to the zoo tomorrow.

Who would like to take her. I will pay for transportation, food, gift shop, etc.

Since it seems that I'm stuck here for awhile, I figure an actual introduction rather than an overused expression for being lost and fucked up is in order.

My name is Chloe Sullivan, and I'm from Smallville, Kansas. Well, I was born in Metropolis, but whatever. I'm a college student and journalist. I'm not particularly tall, or maybe most of my friends are just taller than me because I'm often the shortest girl around. So if anyone here is shorter than me, I like you already.

This whole being inexplicably transported to a random apartment building in New York City thing is kind of messed up, but coming from the meteor capitol of the world, a girl is used to that. Still, I can't help but wonder how exactly something like this happens, and if it happens a lot.

Call me curious.

If you don't mind sharing, what is everyone's story here?

Who are you? What brought you here? Did you come here by choice or did you suddenly find yourself here? What do you do? Do you wish to find a way home?

And we're back.

No one probably noticed that we had left. :D

Took the kidlet and split to Atlanta for a bit. Had some fun before classes start next week.

Did I miss anything interesting?

Question from the bored:

Why are both of Spongebob's parents round like sea sponges while he is square like a kitchen sponge?

Or, for those who have never heard of Spongebob (lucky people):

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?


I'm sure some of you have other random questions.

Um, when I said I needed a change? I didn't mean THIS big of a change.

Though, the older guy isn't such a bad deal.

New York? I think I miscalculated somewhere. This just isn't right. Not supposed to be here.

Thing One: Toddler is tired of her dad and needs new people to annoy entertain her. Is anyone willing to take a three and a half year old off my hands for a few hours here and there? The more the merrier, she's used to having about a dozen or so people at her beck and call. (No, really, I'd call them, and they'd drop everything to watch her. It was scary.)

Thing One, part two: I'm paranoid, expect the Spanish Inquisition AND the Third Degree.

Thing Two: Anyone up for a 'Who the Hell Are We?' party?

Reading about myself in a comic book is a bit like being on drugs. Although knowing what else was going on while I was doing stuff is kind of cool. I really miss Molly.

And, yeah, sorry to all the people that think Harry Potter is real. Didn’t mean to offend any of you. Really.

See, Death, I can be nice!

Does anyone know how to get grape koolaid stains out of white upholstery?

Dear all,

Harry Potter is not magic. Harry Potter is a story made up by a middle aged woman, where everything turns out shiny and good in the end. Magic is not like that. At all. There are no wands, no portkeys, and you don’t learn magic at a school called Hogwarts.

There is no Dark Lord Voldemort. The things you actually have to look out for are faeries, angels, demons, gods, goddesses, cults that want to make you their messiah as well as your garden variety mystical magical nut jobs.

Once you choose magic, there’s always a price to pay. Normally it involves some people’s deaths. Most of the time you’ll wish that you hadn’t chosen magic and instead had become something boring. Like a dentist. Dentists don’t get kidnapped to hell, not even the bad ones.

It is nothing like Harry fucking Potter.

So can everyone please shut up about it?

Love,
Tim.

Wow. So. Interesting place I've landed in. From what I can tell so far, it's just like home.

Only without the vampire clowns and midget zombies.

Is it bad that I like- just got up?

Whatever. Happy New Years, guys. Even though I know none of you. ( With the exception of Tim. )

Okay, something just hit me...

I don't think this is the New York I was supposed to end up in.

I really hate working on New Years Eve. It's impossible to focus. At least I have today off.