Daria: Is It College Yet? Page #8

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photographer again.

Timothy?

As you wish.

Aargh!

Congratulations! You stood up to her like a man!

Exactly!

Ow! My good eye! Aaaaaah!

Stacy, of course Sandi didn't say anything about being mad at you.

She can't talk, remember?

Stacy, I've got to call you back. Um, hi, Lindy. Come in! How are you?

I'm just fine, really great. Um, I forgot to give this to you when you came over

the other day.

Lindy! The mirror; it's beautiful!

You really like it?

I love it! Thank you!

Um, listen, about our conversation. Maybe every now and then I do go a little

overboard when I drink, but that doesn't mean I've got a problem. Believe me, I

you'd had my mother, you know how the real problem looks like.

Oh.

You know how I'm sure I can handle it? Whenever I think I'm drinking too much, I

stop for a week, just to prove to myself that I can.

Really?

Yeah. I do it all the time. So you see?

Yeah, that's great, Lindy.

Anyway, I'm glad you like the mirror.

It's beautiful.

Thanks. I'll see you around.

Um, Lindy? Do you want to go to a movie or something?

I can't today, but I'll give you a call, okay?

Okay, sure.

Hey.

Wow, you're talking to a sellout like me?

About that...

Yes?

I don't really think you're a sellout.

Well, that's not exactly an apology, but you know what they say about beggars.

That they only spend it on booze?

Never mind.

Um, Janey?

Um, Trent?

This college thing... I gave it... thought... and, um, I kind of understand if

you want to go.

What I don't get is why you were so against it in the first place.

I guess I didn't want you to go because... well... you would be there...

Admirable grasp of the situation.

...and I would be here.

Oh. You're worried about losing me?

Well, the house gets kind of spooky at night. Maybe I should get a puppy.

Hey, Trent, do you really think I'm gonna let you slack off being my brother

just because of an address change?

Hmm.

Now, listen. My guess is Mom and Dad won't be back from the Azores until monsoon

season's over. You want to represent the Lane family at my graduation?

I didn't even go to my own graduation.

So you did graduate.

I'm pretty sure...

Hmm. What's Tom doing out there? He looks unhappy about something.

He's probably mad at those stuck-up Bromwell goons, too!

Lousy, tea-drinking, pinky-raising...

Jake! Tom got into Bromwell. Oh!

Um, hello.

Hey, Daria.

I'm not getting into that car.

That's how all this trouble started in the first place.

Trouble? Is that how you think of our relationship?

I'm just kidding. What's up?

Oh, Jake! I think something bad is happening! And she's already had one

disappointment. Oh, no! I was dreading this day!

Sounds like I should do something! I think I'll go clean the attic!

Jake!

Um, I've been thinking a lot about why you said we should break up, and I don't

disagree. I just wanted to know: you liked me for a while, right?

Tom, come on. I still like you. You're a good guy. A little spoiled, a hair

smug, a triffle egotistical...

This isn't going quite the way I hoped.

...but a smart, funny guy who's basically very caring and sensitive in the

not-pukey way. I'm glad we went out. It was a really good experience.

You mean that?

Yeah, of course. What's the matter with you?

Nothing. It's just... I really look up to you, and your opinion's important to me.

You look up to me? Huh.

Do you think next year I could call you from school, and we could compare notes

on our lives in a completely nonromantic fashion? You know, like friends?

Hmm, yeah. Yeah! That's a good idea. Call me. That'll be nice.

OK. I'm starting to feel a little better. How about you?

I've got one more bed of hot coals to walk through first.

Daria! Hi! How was the last day of school? Do you want to lie down?

I have an announcement to make.

Oh, God, Daria! It'll be all right, I promise!

I have broken up with my boyfriend.

Yes, it hurts, but it was my idea, and despite the pain I feel,

I remain convinced it is for the best.

I am looking forward to summer, and, to my amazement,

excited about college next year.

Now I shall go to my room without taking questions.

Ignore any muffled screams you may hear, especially if they're Quinn's.

She and Tom broke up? Just like that? No clues, no warning signs? I'd better go

talk to her! This could drive her back to military school! What should I say?

Damn it, Helen! Where's our copy of Mr. Spock?

Jake, your concern is very sweet, but I think she's going to be okay.

Just tell me what I did to make you drag me to Jodie's graduation party?

You need a break from the break-up. One more night with those whose stupidity

has so tormented and entertained us, lo, these many years. A farewell to dopes!

Andrea, my dark-eyed mistress of sweet, sweet pain. Are you, like me, finding

this party a bit too... festive? Let us depart for a darker place, where we can

explore the melancholia that always accompanies true, unbridled passion!

You're hitting on me?

Um...

Okay.

Really?! I mean, say no more, my raven-haired ravisher!

Behold, Daria! The group dynamic you crave so much!

I suppose pulling out a can of mace right now would be considered bad form.

Hey, guys. Thanks for coming.

No Tom tonight?

Um, no Tom no more.

What? He dumped both of you? I mean...

Au contraire! Tom was the dumpee!

Wow!

Yes, I terminated the relationship so I could indulge my compulsive need to play

the field.

Hi, Daria! Hi, Jane! Where's Tom?

Um, covert mission.

Really? I didn't know he was religious.

Hey, Daria! Where's that guy you know?

He joined a mission!

Really? He's going to Mars?

So, once I paid off my credit card bill, I just quit. My friend was already

gone, and I mean, who works in the summer? Puh-lease!

You're so good with money, Quinn!

Could you balance my checkbook?

You've got fiscal smarts!

Well, I see I'm the only one who still believes in arriving fashionably late.

Sandi! You got your voice back!

That's great, Sandi!

Yeah... great...

Stacy, you'll be happy to know I figured how you can almost make it up to me for

the physical and emotional anguish you caused.

You have? Oh, Sandi, thank you! Organize your Waif magazine inventory, ironing

any and all wrinkled pages... take over babysitting your brothers all summer...

clean your lipstick tubes...

Whoa, Stacy... I pity you.

Um, Sandi, I'm really, really sorry about what happened and all, but this seems

kind of... unfair. I mean, we don't know if I really made you lose your voice, right?

Are you saying you don't care if you jeopardize your status in the Fashion Club?

Sandi, if this is what it'll take to keep me in the Fashion Club, maybe I'm

better off taking a sabbatical like Quinn.

Um... fine. But you're missing out, because Quinn is coming back. Right, Quinn?

Um, actually, Sandi, the time off was a nice change of pace. I'm thinking of

extending my sabbatical.

What?

Huh. I think I'll take a sabbatical, too.

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