The Death
I. Am. Sick.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
*flops over to one side* I can't be sick tomorrow, I just can't. *Injects Vitamin C* Fix me, damnit. Give me Healthiness. Please?
On a happier note, Andy - my weird Trinidadian math teacher who is famous for throwing chalk at people - walked into my mom's classroom today and said something hilarious but bizarre. Tis:
Andy: "You know, you just never know when you're going to get shot in the arm."
Me: *pause* "What?"
Andy: "Sometimes, things are just being shitty then, all of a sudden, you get shot in the arm."
Me: "...Right..."
Andy *pushing not-plugged-in vaccum back and forth over rug* "Which is why I'm sweeping your rug."
And, according to Nate, I don't need pants. Ever. I don't understand. Oh well.
-C.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
*flops over to one side* I can't be sick tomorrow, I just can't. *Injects Vitamin C* Fix me, damnit. Give me Healthiness. Please?
On a happier note, Andy - my weird Trinidadian math teacher who is famous for throwing chalk at people - walked into my mom's classroom today and said something hilarious but bizarre. Tis:
Andy: "You know, you just never know when you're going to get shot in the arm."
Me: *pause* "What?"
Andy: "Sometimes, things are just being shitty then, all of a sudden, you get shot in the arm."
Me: "...Right..."
Andy *pushing not-plugged-in vaccum back and forth over rug* "Which is why I'm sweeping your rug."
And, according to Nate, I don't need pants. Ever. I don't understand. Oh well.
-C.