So who'd you get for history? Who? Aw, man, that sucks... she's a monster, dude. No, square, she is. Well, hey, dont say I didnt warn ya. No, I'm still figuring out my major. I've changed, like, fifteen times. I dunno, man -- part of me wants to just blow this place and get a job somewhere. Degree aint gonna be worth anything anyway, right? So why waste the money when I can use it to party? Hey, at least it's using it for something worthwhile. You aint met my dormmate yet, have you? Pret-ty frea-ky, that's all I can say. So anyway I thought I'd just.... Whoa. No, dont look up. Yeah, he's here. Dude, I told you not to look up. Man!!! Yeah. Yeah, he's hot, isnt he. I mean, totally and completely hot. Doesnt even know it. I mean, can you imagine? Guy this gorgeous, and completely clueless about it. Man. No, I havent said anything to him! Are you nuts??? No. No. No, not until I know if he's... you know... one of us. But no way am I gonna go up to him and just say, "Hey there!" without having some idea how he's gonna react. Suicide is not my best bud, okay? Dont even want in the same room. What if I'm wrong? What if he isnt? Huh? What do you mean, who cares? I care, dude. I'm not making a fool of myself in front of the whole school just so I can... Yeah, it'd be different if he was Cindy Thompson, Perpetual Cheerleader. But he isnt, is he? No, he's this utterly cool stone fox, and I would get down on my knees and lick the tire treads of the delivery truck that takes away his dirty laundry, given half the chance. Aw hell, who am I kidding. He wouldnt like a guy like me. He'd probably prefer the Perpetual Cheerleader, so why even... Dude, he's.... like.... looking at me! Oh God oh God oh God.... he's smiling.... and waving. What do I do? Huh? Right, wave back. Try not to look like an idiot, but wave back. Oh man, he's coming over!!!! Call ya later!