Tard-o-riffic!
Yup, I've got another (vaguely) funny story.
So, I'm on my way to Physics, right, and I see Julie (you know her - Lisa's little sister, kinda pimply, skinny as a toothpick?) all decked out in black: long-sleeve black blouse, black hairband, freaking long black ruffled skirt. "Isn't it a little hot for that?" I ask. And she gets all sullen and says in this really sulky voice, "I don't care."
"Jeez!" I exclaim, 'cause I'm a dork. "Okay, be that way? God, who died?"
"Sydney."
Oh fuck that's right.
In the space between fifth and seventh bell, the fact that an eighth-grade girl had died on Monday totally slipped my mind. I'd even put a dollar in the envelope for her in second bell.
Shit. I need, like, a stack of Post-It notes or something for this kind of thing.
So, I'm on my way to Physics, right, and I see Julie (you know her - Lisa's little sister, kinda pimply, skinny as a toothpick?) all decked out in black: long-sleeve black blouse, black hairband, freaking long black ruffled skirt. "Isn't it a little hot for that?" I ask. And she gets all sullen and says in this really sulky voice, "I don't care."
"Jeez!" I exclaim, 'cause I'm a dork. "Okay, be that way? God, who died?"
"Sydney."
Oh fuck that's right.
In the space between fifth and seventh bell, the fact that an eighth-grade girl had died on Monday totally slipped my mind. I'd even put a dollar in the envelope for her in second bell.
Shit. I need, like, a stack of Post-It notes or something for this kind of thing.