Aug 31, 2007 04:26
Okay, no boy angst. I mean that in the sense that there totally is, but I'm trying not to think about it.
(at the cinema popcorn queue)
Me: Okay, yes, I may have lied to my parents about the trip, saying that T was going with me when I was alone. But only because they wouldn't let me drive across the country alone, and then I wouldn't have been able to break speed laws.
S: ...They might have had a point.
Me: You cannot expect me to keep to the limit! I am like the wind. And it wasnt a big lie. It's not like I said "No, I did not kill someone." while burying their corpse.
People in the queue: *back away*
S: Its good when you talk like that when we're rushing for something. *moves forward*
Random person on the street: *staggers around drunkly*
S: Why are there drunk people here?
Me: Maybe they weren't drunk. Maybe they were faking.
S: ...Why would they do that?
Me: Because, it can be fun. And harmless, its not like you want to impress strangers. At least, until they turn out to be your professor.
S: ...When did that happen to you?
Me: What? What! No! I was making an example. Why do people always think I'm talking about myself when I say these things!
S: ...You kind of give them a reason.
It should be noted that though I say many more words, S and I take about the same amount of time to say our lines. Mostly because I sort of talk like I'm on speed.
crack,
rl