Jan 04, 2005 21:50
It's been two days and I'm still flattered that Mr. Benedetto said my "artwork" was "beautiful". even though it's pretty much just coloring, when you think about it. I'm a freaking loser. I guess I'm just not used to being complimented.
Mr Frank is the coolest guy ever. Ann wants to marry him. If he agreed, she would be Ann Frank. I joined his "movie club", which I now refer to as "Mr Frank's weird club". Mr Frank is abnormally intelligent. "I guess you didn't like my presentation on film cutting (cropping)", says he. But I just didn't understand anything he was saying. It was weird computer lingo. Move aside, mortal.
What goes on in my head in the hallway:
Don't look at him. Don't look at him. DO NOT LOOK AT HIM. WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HIM?! Look away, look away! ::someone crashes into me:: ::He notices:: ::I die::
By the way: "him" is neither mr benedetto nor mr frank. I reread that and thought "someone" (ann & caity) might misinterpet something and NEVER let me forget it.