Is a large package better then a genius mind??
Right, so today was another school day. I had to attend classes, walk up and down stairs and deal with younger students getting in my way..... Like everyday at school, im surrounded by my friends. I guess i'll like to discuss the adventures and ponderings of one particular friend in this blog... She goes by Ana Frizzle. See, i want to be psychologist when i grow up. I love knowing how other people's minds operate and what makes them tick or settle down. The disturbing thing about Ana though is that she's a mystery. You can say she's the one person i really don't understand mentally.
She smart enough to take on physics, chemistry and four unit math but she the lacks common sense that's built into us as humans. Now im not going to devote my life to trying to discover how her brain works because that would be pointless. I mean imagine me spending the rest of my life on her brain, only to discover there really wasn't anything significant about it. That would kill me up inside. Or maybe it could be like the Schrodingers Cat experiment. We don't know if the cat is dead or alive, just like we don't know if Ana Frizzle's brain is unique and cabable of great power or just simply average.
Well with Ana comes her companion and faithful, deadicating wife. This companion is who Ana likes to role play with. She just goes by Tokkino, or i think of her as Tokkino. Tokkino is extremely protective of her Husband (Ana) and she often sends frightful facial expressions my way when i try to have eye sex with Ana. Her expression's sends shivers down my spine.
Today Ana laughed at me. Tokkino wasn't around (i think she was making sushi for her husband) But Flamingo was. Flamingo is another student at my school who has two crushes on very-old-yet-their-not-avaliable-teachers. One of them keeps pencils behind his ears (which is adorable i must say) and always looks like he's annoyed or has been pinched in the buttock; hard. The other is to whom i refer to as Mr. Package. Mr. Package may be older but man oh man does he deliver. The tight jeans he wears almost always direct our attention to that organ that throbs down in a male's pants. I and many other girls can't help but blush when he walks by and smiles with those green eyes. Mr. Package dosn't teach the older senior girl's and theres a reason for that, because we would either not be paying attention; instead looking at his face (or other part) or we would be trying to strike up some kind of student-teacher affair..... which would never happen :( I guess 200 or so girls can always dream...
While Mr Package is handsome, i must be slightly replused by when he wore that pink shirt last week. While i assume he argued the colour was actually Samon, that gives him no excuse to border the boundries between male and female fashion.
I guess i should go back to ignoring my homework and playing guitar hero..... I must reach the prestigous level of EXPERT !!! Guitar hero is the only thing keeping my mind off balls, science tables and bunsen burnders being places they shouldn't... I know im naughty!!
Night Chicka's and Chicko's
Melvin
She smart enough to take on physics, chemistry and four unit math but she the lacks common sense that's built into us as humans. Now im not going to devote my life to trying to discover how her brain works because that would be pointless. I mean imagine me spending the rest of my life on her brain, only to discover there really wasn't anything significant about it. That would kill me up inside. Or maybe it could be like the Schrodingers Cat experiment. We don't know if the cat is dead or alive, just like we don't know if Ana Frizzle's brain is unique and cabable of great power or just simply average.
Well with Ana comes her companion and faithful, deadicating wife. This companion is who Ana likes to role play with. She just goes by Tokkino, or i think of her as Tokkino. Tokkino is extremely protective of her Husband (Ana) and she often sends frightful facial expressions my way when i try to have eye sex with Ana. Her expression's sends shivers down my spine.
Today Ana laughed at me. Tokkino wasn't around (i think she was making sushi for her husband) But Flamingo was. Flamingo is another student at my school who has two crushes on very-old-yet-their-not-avaliable-teachers. One of them keeps pencils behind his ears (which is adorable i must say) and always looks like he's annoyed or has been pinched in the buttock; hard. The other is to whom i refer to as Mr. Package. Mr. Package may be older but man oh man does he deliver. The tight jeans he wears almost always direct our attention to that organ that throbs down in a male's pants. I and many other girls can't help but blush when he walks by and smiles with those green eyes. Mr. Package dosn't teach the older senior girl's and theres a reason for that, because we would either not be paying attention; instead looking at his face (or other part) or we would be trying to strike up some kind of student-teacher affair..... which would never happen :( I guess 200 or so girls can always dream...
While Mr Package is handsome, i must be slightly replused by when he wore that pink shirt last week. While i assume he argued the colour was actually Samon, that gives him no excuse to border the boundries between male and female fashion.
I guess i should go back to ignoring my homework and playing guitar hero..... I must reach the prestigous level of EXPERT !!! Guitar hero is the only thing keeping my mind off balls, science tables and bunsen burnders being places they shouldn't... I know im naughty!!
Night Chicka's and Chicko's
Melvin