Sep 02, 2004 15:04
Yay for events at lunch time!
Here's the story. Catherine and I were at lunch, and everyone already had there lunch...there was a sense of pressure to get ours too. So, Brandon was almost out of the line...couldn't cut with him. So we stood...There it was. The spot that we would get into with Morgan. So I follow Catherine and she takes us through the line, and then we weave through some people. Good times. Then we arrive, say our hellos and inform her that she is sooo cool that we get to stand with her today! Haha. And then the fun begins. As soon as we planted our feet in front of this group of Freshman, I hear complaining that we are cutting. Then the lunch lady walks by "make a straight line" she says. We thought the girls we gonna tell on us. Phew. Then we were talking and I hear mocking. I really don't mind those things...they were acting like 5 year olds. Haha, dumb 5 year olds. Then I feel a hand swipe through my pony tail. I shoot a glance at Catherine and then turn around. All of them were looking the other way "innocently", so to say. Then I informed Catherine as to what just happened. We laugh, because today is a laughing type of day. Then one of them demotes themselves to a 4 year old by throwing, as Catherine claims, a "doughnut looking thing". What dumbasses. Catherine and I laugh harder now. HAHA. More mocking. We laugh more. Then Catherine throws out a brilliant remark. "Hey Amanda, what smells?" I reply with "probablly the lunch food" and she says "No, it smells like Freshman." HAHAHAHAHA. So we walk away from the line with a good luagh and 5 new friends. Haha, we should cut them again tomorrow. Too bad I don't know what they look like. Oops.
Then lunch continued with Rachael stealing pieces of my sub, what a whore. Then something that looked like turkey from my sub sandwich flew from the fingertips of a boy in a blue band shirt and stuck to the side of Rachael's face. Then the lunchlady told him not to throw food. Brandon said it was to ease Rachael's ovary pain. Catherine knew a lot about ovary pain. Haha...Good times.
Boys in 4th hour are pretty. PRETTY DAMN CUTE!
And this is where I leave you.