Anywho, I went shopping and got some shrimp and pineapple and "every good thing" as Lydia would say in Pride and Prejudice. Man, I don't feel so hot today, I have a crazy-mean headache and it's not making me feel all good. But, what you gonna do? I had my first test in Fundamentals of Human Communication, that teacher is way nice and pretty open, I hear she's been through alot. She's cool though. I really like all of my teachers this semester, it's good. I don't think I've had a teacher I didn't like yet! Wootwoot!
In other news, I'm going to talk about boys....yesterday I was helping out with some stage building stuff for the school play I'm helping out with and there's this guy there, a Frosh, I later find out, but we're chatting and stuff and I'm talking and asking questions and I find it quite humorous, than he tells me that he moved here b/c he's a troublemaker...oh man. When I talk about waiting for my ride, cause he asked when I was leaving, I said I didn't know when my ride would get there and he's like, "I can give you a ride home." I was thinking, "Sure buddy, sure, you tell me you're a rebel, you're not listening to the instructions that the teacher is giving us, and I just met you, I think I'll wait for my ride." Here's the kicker....this girl walks in to find out if we need help with anything and she's helping us out, when we leave she's like, "He's cute. You should hit on him!" I was like, "sure, I'll beat him up for you, what'd he do?" No, not really, but I was like, "I'm not gonna hit on him. He's like 18." She's like, "So? Age is of little matter." Uh, yeah, if I wanted to date a kid, I would start going to high school again. And I was like, "He's probably not a Christian either." Hence we start chatting about other things, etc., etc.
Today: this guy in my class ends up sitting at my table, I usually sit alone in the front row (man, I love the front row in classrooms, right up there where the action is and no heads in front of me) and he keeps glancing over at me. We both end up in the library doing computer stuff, we make conversation and he tells me about this time he stayed up all night and got really drunk and than went to work and all this stuff and when he told me he was getting wasted he sort of looked at me like, "oh yeah." (I don't really know what that look means except that I interpret it as a "you should be impressed" sort of look.) I was amused and wanted to ask him, "If that's what you do to impress girls, you need to work on your pick-up lines. Here's a few..."
Conclusion: boys are silly. Not like, funny silly, but silly as in I'm not the kind of girl you romance with stories about how you've been in jail (maybe he went to jail), how many tatoos you have, or how wasted you got a few weeks ago (I really don't know how long ago that was, but he said he doesn't do that anymore) Both really nice guys, they have potential for growth. Now, show me your motorcycle while carrying a Bible and some high quality dark chocolate, I'll be there....oh, I crack myself up!
I also went to Happy Heart or something, it's a health food store and met this lady there who found me "cute" and said she wanted to take me home and "raise me." Now the thought crossed my mind, "How old does she think I am." (please do not picture me with a condescending voice, it's merely a question.) I was wearing pigtails. Hey, I am pretty cute though...! *wink* Have a good night y'all!
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