Adolescent Effusive

An Infinity of Those

...good moments that get you through the day.

Second Period, Spanish.
I forget what he was talking about, but Brian Winger said "aprovecharse." And then he said it again. And then he said it again. And then he went over to the wall and started to pull out his lover, the overhead projector. At this point, I was grinning from ear to ear. I turned around and looked at Sarah, 4 seats behind me. She was grinning, too. I look back at Brian and he's saying it again. It's written on the overhead, and he's underlining it. I totally, 100% lost it. I was weazing with laughter with my face flat on my desk. Brian looks at me inquisitively and I just flat out told him. "That's all you do! *more laughing* You just say something like six times and write it on the overhead and then say it again. And then you underline it. Every time!" His response was, "Well, yea. That's how you do it. You've got it down, Maria. You could be a foreign language teacher."
He continued to mention it for the rest of the period. Then he said, "Your attitude is unreal. You're so intelligent, but you do the bare minimum," to which I responded, "Okay."

Sixth period, Math.
Alex Marien walks in wearing his Gentlemen Prefer Blondes shirt from his sophomore year. It was obviously faded from frequent usage.

Eighth period, Lunch.
Discussing the merrits of being so straightedge you've never had a drop of beer with Carl Linquist. And then arguing over whether or not Sam Adams was ever an actual politician.

Ninth period, Physics.
I just flippin love Mr. Lee Nowocein. Live in my house. Come rushing in the front door while I'm watching TV and drag me outside to show me how to properly toss an egg. Eat toast with jelly on it while sitting at the table in your stockingfeet. Awkwardly try to learn to crochet from my mom and attempt to use the equation J=F(delta t) to figure it out.

Standing in Tai Pei with my mom, waiting for my cashew chicken.
It's eerily quiet in there aside from some Chinese Clay Aiken coming from the speakers in the ceiling. It's mostly turquiose and light pink in there, a color combination that really needs to be used effectively or not at all. There's an unhappy looking man in a hooded winter coat sitting in a chair against the wall. Most of the lights are off. The buffet tables are empty. A mop and one of those dustpans you can use while standing erect are creeping out from behind a sad-looking buffet table with individual alphabet stickers, indicating what's in it at lunch time. I was thinking about how sad it was that no one was in there and how much empty resturants depress me and how lonely it must be to own a place like that, when I turned to my mom and said, out of the blue, "You know who I really like?" "Who?" "Jacob." She looked at me and choked back a laugh and said, "That's good." I dont know, something about it was funny and comforting.

Just now.
neon STwist: sarah should just be a hermit lol
IndigoSailsQuirk: you're too asethetically pleasing to do that
IndigoSailsQuirk: and your clothes are too cool
IndigoSailsQuirk: and no one would think im funny if you werent around
IndigoSailsQuirk: and id just feel like a big awkward freak
neon STwist: awww big awkward freak, thats cute
IndigoSailsQuirk: what if i were like 6 feet tall
IndigoSailsQuirk: would you still like me?
neon STwist: i wouldnt be friends with you. you'd make me feel very nervous and i wouldnt like being around you
IndigoSailsQuirk: *considers being upset and then realizes thats the exact answer she expected*

posted by M.Jazz @ 10:50 PM