GREAT DAY!!!!!!!
oh man do i have a story.
so im sitting in my biology class (where apparently EVERYONE HAS THE SNIFFLES NOW) next to cute phrat boy from my lab table, and we are chatting it up before class about different subjects like: the weather, the hurricane, movies, music, his last party and how he still feels drunk, you know, the norm. when lo and behold class starts at promtly eight o'clock in the morning. i think im home free of the sniffers, when a snot nosed, mucas hacking straight haired, fake tan girl plops down in the seat next to me and busts out in full sniffing action. here is the seating arrangement:
----------NO ONE----------------*sniffer--me--cute phrat boy ----------------
30 minutes later in the middle of a VERY intense game of tic tac toe with cute phrat boy(this game of ttt was like the world series of ttt, that intense) he writes me a note penned with his masculine handwriting that says and i quote "that girl really is bugging the shit out of me" unquote.
i write back, "ME?"
he writes "no"
i write, "oh... okay"
and then he writes "thats it"
i look at him in confusion when he leans his masculine form toward me, and me , being a hotblooded female start reciprocating the lean, and as his face gets closer to mine, he leans across my lean and utters the sweetest words out of the most perfect lips i have ever seen, "hey, do you need a kleenex?"
my soul soared to the highest heights and rejoiced in that one single phrase.
then she looked at him like he was a dumbass and got up and moved!!!!
HOORAY!!!
snaps to hot phrat boy.
after that, i got "whatever you are"'d AGAIN.
im wearing a shiny leather dominatrix corset to history on monday. seriously.
and a pink boa.
hanson.
so im sitting in my biology class (where apparently EVERYONE HAS THE SNIFFLES NOW) next to cute phrat boy from my lab table, and we are chatting it up before class about different subjects like: the weather, the hurricane, movies, music, his last party and how he still feels drunk, you know, the norm. when lo and behold class starts at promtly eight o'clock in the morning. i think im home free of the sniffers, when a snot nosed, mucas hacking straight haired, fake tan girl plops down in the seat next to me and busts out in full sniffing action. here is the seating arrangement:
----------NO ONE----------------*sniffer--me--cute phrat boy ----------------
30 minutes later in the middle of a VERY intense game of tic tac toe with cute phrat boy(this game of ttt was like the world series of ttt, that intense) he writes me a note penned with his masculine handwriting that says and i quote "that girl really is bugging the shit out of me" unquote.
i write back, "ME?"
he writes "no"
i write, "oh... okay"
and then he writes "thats it"
i look at him in confusion when he leans his masculine form toward me, and me , being a hotblooded female start reciprocating the lean, and as his face gets closer to mine, he leans across my lean and utters the sweetest words out of the most perfect lips i have ever seen, "hey, do you need a kleenex?"
my soul soared to the highest heights and rejoiced in that one single phrase.
then she looked at him like he was a dumbass and got up and moved!!!!
HOORAY!!!
snaps to hot phrat boy.
after that, i got "whatever you are"'d AGAIN.
im wearing a shiny leather dominatrix corset to history on monday. seriously.
and a pink boa.
hanson.