How much can you bench?
I can bench 45lbs, (the bar itself). What now?! Be intimidated!
So Jackie and I decided to work with the boys after school on wendsday. But first, we had to talk to Mr. Harnick at the newspaper meeting. When we got to the computer lab, he wasn't there yet, so we got in by squeezing through the crack in the wall between the ESL office and the lab, it being a little hard for my ass to get through. But finally, after having an awkward conversation with Mr. Harnick, (as he always makes you feel in conversations with him), in which I clarified whether it was a flail or mace that he owned:
(It's a flail) we made our way to the fitness room. Going up the stairs, Jackie thought it'd be fun to scare the guys who were coming up behind us. While Jackie distracted them, I crouched down behind the railing. I caught Jean Gabriel Coignet off-gaurd, and he smacked me in the face in his fear. He was lucky I didn't open a can of whoop-ass on him. But I know how to restrain myself. Although maybe I should have because the stupid boy never stopped flirting during the work out. Hello, you have a girlfriend! Hello, I'd never be interested in you if you were the last guy on earth, and neither would Jackie or any other girl that you constantly flirt with. So stop poking me in the sides goddammit! Invasion of personal space! And then the next day in Calc, I did 3 cubed equals 9 (-_-;) on my quiz and was moping about it and he, (as he sits in front of me), said "It's okay Claire," and put his hand on mine and I couldn't have snatched mine away any faster. Is his flirting a result of his being French, like Europeans being all touchy feely?