Hello. You've reached Adrian Veidt, or Ozymandias, as my friends used to call me. If this is one of the freshmen I tutor for Algebra Two or Ancient World History, please see me tomorrow for further instructions. I'll be at my locker at half past eight, just as I am every day. If this is Rorschach or any member of the football team calling to mention that I "walk like a pansy," or seem "fruity," please insert a sharp object into your rectum. And do leave a message after the synthpop.

*Tears for Fears plays*

ALL POSTS BEFORE THIS ONE MAY BE CONSIDERED BEFORE THE REBOOT AND THEREFORE ~*~IMMATERIAL~*~

You Are a Semi-Colon

You are elegant, understated, and subtle in your communication. You're very smart (and you know it), but you don't often showcase your brilliance. Instead, you carefully construct your arguments, ideas, and theories – until they are bulletproof. You see your words as an expression of yourself, and you are careful not to waste them. You friends see you as enlightened, logical, and shrewd. (But what you're saying often goes right over their heads.) You excel in: The Arts You get along best with: The Colon

Not bad, accuracy-wise.

[SMUGFACE FROM HELL]

Here's all I want to know:

Does hot wax really hurt?

What is the best way to have sex in a dressing room?

Hey everyone.

I'm happy with my life.

I just wanted to make you all burningly jealous. Bye now.

Dan?











We should talk.

[Adrian pulls off his coat as he walks in the door, waiting for Eddie to follow. He sighs extravagantly and looks around him. The Veidt house is understatedly large and a little ostentatious.]

Eddie is in Vegas? And texting me like I killed his puppy or something? What did I do? Other than my usual, which usually doesn't merit furious texts.

I would like the help of anyone at this point, please explain this. Byron, even. (Please don't hate me.)

GADGETS DID IT

BUT MINE IS LIKE THREE SONGS LONG SO I DON'T THINK IT EVEN COUNTS AS A PLAYLIST


( Shut up and sleep with me. . . )

The Part of You That No One Sees is Lonely

You are unique, witty, and even a little snobby. You're quite proud of who you are, and nothing is going to change that. You've paved your own way in life, and you've ended up where you want to be. Underneath it all, you feel very isolated from the rest of the world. It's hard to find people to relate to you on every level. The mundane interests of your friends and family often bore or depress you.

I really don't want to discuss this result.

It only asked one question, how can it be so accurate?

For god's sake, are there no good films about my favorite historical period? If no one can recommend anything, I'll just be over here watching But I'm A Cheerleader and Another Country over and over again.

. . .involves something called "homovanillic acid."

Sorry, I just had to share.

I mean, really? Homovanillic? It has "homo" and "vanilla" in it. Who is in charge of naming these acids?

I am better at being gay than I thought.

That said, I am a horrible transvestite. Never let me near women's clothing, it perverts all that is good and natural in human morality.

There, that's all I have to say.

That The Rocky Horror Picture Show is the school musical.

I would protest loudly, because god people can we get some class in here, but can we talk about what a perfect Brad Daniel would be?

I MEAN CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THAT.

Also, the show has an Eddie. We have an Eddie. This can be no coincidence.

1. Dan
2. Mr. Veidt
3. Mr. Veidt's facial expressions when I piss him off
4. The janitor's closet
5. Drama club
6. Ms. Zandt
7. A very select few of the pamphlets
8. Exciting if puzzling sounds from Boy's Room
9. Choir
10. World Civ! (ALEXANDER OMG)
11. . . .Dan

HIGH SCHOOL IS CONFUSING

*FLAILS*

I mean, I am perfectly composed. How do you do?

[Adrian sits at his desk, fiddling with a cat toy and waiting for Dan's arrival.]