Adolescent Effusive

Remember to Breathe

I had an awesome day. It was a lot of fun, however strange.
The most fun/strangest events are as follows:
-Making Zac nearly pee his pants with fright when I leaped in front of him on the stairs this morning.
-Listening to Senor Winger tell the same preterite tense jokes as he did last year and using the excuse that none of us "are awake enough to get it," just like he did last year. I had to tell him that the past tense of poner isn't really funny. Nor are round jigsaw pieces. However, he wouldn't be as entertaining if he didn't try to appeal to teens.
-In the middle of a conversation at lunch, for some reason, Andy noticed that Jem had scooched closer to me. It was because he was dodging edible projectiles and didn't bother to move his chair back. Jem was all, "Ooooh, well *yawns and puts arm around me* that's because I'm in love with her." I squirm away good-naturedly and Jem and I laugh. Andy doesn't laugh and says, "Actually, you two make a really good couple." I'm now really confused because Andy doesn't just say those things with a totally sincere tone. No one at the table objected. Uuuum? He wasn't implying that we're flirtatious or otherwise crossing the friend line. However, something posessed him to think that we work well together. This concept is far too foreign to phathom. I'm dating a svelt Jew who I've never heard speak of women in any kind of disrespectful way, who loves his parents and makes all other parents jealous, and hardly ever swears in my presence even though I swear in his. How this makes me compadible as anything more than friends with, though I love him dearly, someone who is essentially a 12-year-old boy who uses the word pussy as a euphamism for girl.
-Same lunch period, some conversation is going on, and Ryan just goes into convulsions scratching himself spontaneously, pauses long enough to turn, look at me in the eyes, and say "I'm itchy!" and return to his manic exfolitation
-Playing racket ball!
-Laughing sarcastically like the cold hard bitch I am when Mr Redeen interupted my physics class to demonstrate how he cannot handle the fact that a small boat is called a dingy. *did you know that sarcasm, if you look at its Greek roots, means to rip away flesh?
-Charging up behind Nick Vallina after school, taking his brain from him, being chased around the Viking Mall, having my brain taken, and thus running into the girls locker room with Nick Vallina's brain, aka yelling "I think I'm a vampire! HEHEHEHEHEHE!!!"
-Obtaining a Spotlighters sweatshirt
-Doing breathing excersizes on the stage
-Which entailed standing 3 inches away from Forrest's face and feeling his ribs...(?)
-Thus my reign has politcally begun
-Talking back to a ridiculously obnoxious busdriver and devising ways to dismember/maime here.

Aaah, now I'm off to get my creative juices flowing by writing the short story I conceived during psych today...that no one is going to be privy to reading.

posted by M.Jazz @ 5:14 PM