i live in a woman's paradise
today was bizarre, first i started laughing uncontrollably during this odd clog-wearning exchange student's french presentation. then i ate like 5 of these italian butter cookies she brought and the crumbs got on my jacket and for some reason i thought this was HYSTERICAL and madame sent me outside.
then we had Dance with Lesley, ahahah that sounds like an aerobic video for fatsos, (ahh be nice chloe, i need to work on being nicer i think), but anyway, lesley = gym teacher. so we were doing the polka today, aiee aiee, weird choice if you ask me.
it was getting boring so blair and i decided to spice things up a notch but playing Bumper Polka, which is like bumper cars but with dancing. we polkaed around the room at light speed slamming into all of the other couples, it was great, every time we knocked someone over we shouted YESSS!!!! and then the whole room got into it and started smacking into each other, it was fantastic, i felt like one of those people that starts a peasant rebellion or whatever. then henoch and ivanovitch tried to get back at us, but you cant touch this na na na na, and they wound up running straight at each other, smacking in the air, and falling over. then i started cracking up so much that i fell over. needless to say lesley did not find this as hilarious as we did.
after that, went back to school, took a boring ass math test with zaky at lunch (grr), listened to mr A (history) talk about his escapes in africa ("then this creepy mother fucker named Snake with a scar that went from his ear to his fucking mouth picked me up and drove me across the sahara, thats when i caught up with my brother a few months later, i was like, finally, WHITE PEOPLE!!!") and finished half of my bikini tops. i'm like a machine.
cest tout.
then we had Dance with Lesley, ahahah that sounds like an aerobic video for fatsos, (ahh be nice chloe, i need to work on being nicer i think), but anyway, lesley = gym teacher. so we were doing the polka today, aiee aiee, weird choice if you ask me.
it was getting boring so blair and i decided to spice things up a notch but playing Bumper Polka, which is like bumper cars but with dancing. we polkaed around the room at light speed slamming into all of the other couples, it was great, every time we knocked someone over we shouted YESSS!!!! and then the whole room got into it and started smacking into each other, it was fantastic, i felt like one of those people that starts a peasant rebellion or whatever. then henoch and ivanovitch tried to get back at us, but you cant touch this na na na na, and they wound up running straight at each other, smacking in the air, and falling over. then i started cracking up so much that i fell over. needless to say lesley did not find this as hilarious as we did.
after that, went back to school, took a boring ass math test with zaky at lunch (grr), listened to mr A (history) talk about his escapes in africa ("then this creepy mother fucker named Snake with a scar that went from his ear to his fucking mouth picked me up and drove me across the sahara, thats when i caught up with my brother a few months later, i was like, finally, WHITE PEOPLE!!!") and finished half of my bikini tops. i'm like a machine.
cest tout.