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fardell24Blue Screen of Sherman – Conclusion
While Daria was talking to Jane, Quinn arrived at Cindy's house...
“Quinn?” Cindy asked when she opened the door.
“You want to talk about … ?” Quinn asked, before trailing off.
“Sure,” Cindy said, with slight hesitation.
After talking to Jane, Daria headed to Jennifer's. She accepted Trent's offer of a lift. “You know, no one died while I was at school,” Trent said.
“No one like Tommy Sherman came back?” Daria asked.
“No one lead the Lion's to the State Championship, like Sherman did,” Trent said. “According to Ms. Li, anyway.”
Daria considered this. “I guess history won't repeat itself with Kevin,” she said.
Hmm. “Lawndale, where history doesn't repeat.”
“Nah. Where they only learn when it comes to football,”
“Lawndale, where history repeats, but not with football...”
Jennifer answered the door. Daria was there. She could see Trent driving away. “Hi,” she said after a few moments.
“Hi, I must apologise. Can I come in?”
Jennifer was surprised. “Sure,” she said as she opened the door wider.
“So, you talked to Jane?” Jennifer asked once they were in her room.
“Yes,” Daria answered.
“Yes, I have been avoiding you,” Jennifer said.
“I knew that,” Daria said.
“You got tired of everyone saying 'It really makes you think'?.”
“Yes.”
“I don't think about mortality often. This was very close...” Jennifer dropped off.
“There is a reason why...”
“Yeah, my father...”
Sunday, February 18, 2006
512 Grandstaff Drive
Sandi Griffin re-entered her room, after having a tense discussion with Tori Jericho about her treatment of the other two members of the Fashion Club.
That was quickly forgotten, as she immediately noticed her cat, Fluffy, on her bedside table. He didn't look very good... She rushed over and quickly found the reason... He had somehow got into her foundation... “Mom!”
Soon, the Griffins were rushing to the vet.
Monday, February 19, 2006
Lawndale High
Daria approached the school with a small amount of trepidation. She hoped that no one would be perstering her, telling her 'It really makes you think', asking how to feel better.
Later in Mr. O'Neill's class,
“'It is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.' Just what is Lord Tennyson talking about? Brittany?”
“Um, love?” Brittany answered.
“Anyone else? Daria?”
“Well, he's aknowledging that if something makes you feel good, like being in love, there must be a corresponding painful side, like losing a love, and that it's just a fact of life,” Daria answered.
“Is he a big unhappieness freak?”
“No, he's realist. He says, 'Emotional involvement brings pleasures and extraordinary pain.' Then he declares that it's better than feeling nothing at all.
“That is excellent, Daria,” O'Neill praised.
“Of course, this was before the advent of community property laws.”
After class.
“Hello? Geekendorffer's sister or whatever?”
“Yeah?” Daria answered, slightly amused at the nickname that Quinn had picked up.
“You're supposed to be, like, really good with bummed out stuff?”
“Yeah?” Daria asked, warily.
“My cat, he got into my makeup or something and, like, ODed on foundation, and he spent the whole day puking,” Sandi said.
“And the experience left him questioning the meaning of life?” Jane asked.
“And I've been feeling really bad about it, and I was wondering if you had, like, some advice or something.”
“No!” Daria said.
“No?”
“No!” Daria said, she ran off.
“Daria?” Jane asked. She wondered why Daria brushed her off in that manner. 'I guess she doesn't like the reputation of being the Miserable Misanthrope Chick.”
While Daria was talking to Jane, Quinn arrived at Cindy's house...
“Quinn?” Cindy asked when she opened the door.
“You want to talk about … ?” Quinn asked, before trailing off.
“Sure,” Cindy said, with slight hesitation.
After talking to Jane, Daria headed to Jennifer's. She accepted Trent's offer of a lift. “You know, no one died while I was at school,” Trent said.
“No one like Tommy Sherman came back?” Daria asked.
“No one lead the Lion's to the State Championship, like Sherman did,” Trent said. “According to Ms. Li, anyway.”
Daria considered this. “I guess history won't repeat itself with Kevin,” she said.
Hmm. “Lawndale, where history doesn't repeat.”
“Nah. Where they only learn when it comes to football,”
“Lawndale, where history repeats, but not with football...”
Jennifer answered the door. Daria was there. She could see Trent driving away. “Hi,” she said after a few moments.
“Hi, I must apologise. Can I come in?”
Jennifer was surprised. “Sure,” she said as she opened the door wider.
“So, you talked to Jane?” Jennifer asked once they were in her room.
“Yes,” Daria answered.
“Yes, I have been avoiding you,” Jennifer said.
“I knew that,” Daria said.
“You got tired of everyone saying 'It really makes you think'?.”
“Yes.”
“I don't think about mortality often. This was very close...” Jennifer dropped off.
“There is a reason why...”
“Yeah, my father...”
Sunday, February 18, 2006
512 Grandstaff Drive
Sandi Griffin re-entered her room, after having a tense discussion with Tori Jericho about her treatment of the other two members of the Fashion Club.
That was quickly forgotten, as she immediately noticed her cat, Fluffy, on her bedside table. He didn't look very good... She rushed over and quickly found the reason... He had somehow got into her foundation... “Mom!”
Soon, the Griffins were rushing to the vet.
Monday, February 19, 2006
Lawndale High
Daria approached the school with a small amount of trepidation. She hoped that no one would be perstering her, telling her 'It really makes you think', asking how to feel better.
Later in Mr. O'Neill's class,
“'It is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.' Just what is Lord Tennyson talking about? Brittany?”
“Um, love?” Brittany answered.
“Anyone else? Daria?”
“Well, he's aknowledging that if something makes you feel good, like being in love, there must be a corresponding painful side, like losing a love, and that it's just a fact of life,” Daria answered.
“Is he a big unhappieness freak?”
“No, he's realist. He says, 'Emotional involvement brings pleasures and extraordinary pain.' Then he declares that it's better than feeling nothing at all.
“That is excellent, Daria,” O'Neill praised.
“Of course, this was before the advent of community property laws.”
After class.
“Hello? Geekendorffer's sister or whatever?”
“Yeah?” Daria answered, slightly amused at the nickname that Quinn had picked up.
“You're supposed to be, like, really good with bummed out stuff?”
“Yeah?” Daria asked, warily.
“My cat, he got into my makeup or something and, like, ODed on foundation, and he spent the whole day puking,” Sandi said.
“And the experience left him questioning the meaning of life?” Jane asked.
“And I've been feeling really bad about it, and I was wondering if you had, like, some advice or something.”
“No!” Daria said.
“No?”
“No!” Daria said, she ran off.
“Daria?” Jane asked. She wondered why Daria brushed her off in that manner. 'I guess she doesn't like the reputation of being the Miserable Misanthrope Chick.”
