Woah. My friend has been trying to come on to me ALL DAY. Not cool.
Not good.
Sure, I need a man, but -just-not---him.
*sighs*
WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO ME?
At least I know that people think me attractive. That I'm a Shexay Beast.
On a completely different note, TODAY'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE SAID BEAST IN ABOUT TWO MONTHS. *is shocked*
And I know how to say "yer momma eats/likes snails!" in French. I mean, en francais. Or something along those lines.
"Tut maman aime escorgots!" Dernie, or French Speackers of the flist, back me up on this, holmes.
ETA. OH YEAH. We had metal detector madness today, and when the security lady got to my bag, she opened it, and looked inside. All normal, right? Then she askes me, "Do you smoke, chicken?"
:000000000
I was like "Hells no! Why?'
"Your bag smells weird."
And THEN I get upstairs and we're waiting for someone to open the door to our classroom ('Cos Mr Amick's with his wife, who is/was going through labour to bring Lil' Henry Amick into the world) and i bend over to see if I can touch my toes, and when I straighten up, there are these little flashes of light all around the place. And I wasn't dizzy. I went "What're those?"
And Christa says "what?"
"Those little flashy things!!"
"I can't see 'em."
"OH MY GOD I'M HALLUNCINATING!!!"
I swear I was. And THEN when I told my friends about it, Anton goes, "How much?"
"... How much for what, Anton?"
"For what you're on. I want some."
That simultaneously made my day and made me want to cry.