Have I talked about Grace today?
No? We had a bio lecture today with A2, and it was about the nervous system or something, and the A2's sub was trying to explain synapses. So the conversation, as I heard it from the back inbetween dozing off, went something like this:
Sub: Where do the images in your eye go?
Grace: Nerves!
Sub: Good! And what are these nerves connected to!
Grace: Brain!
Sub: And how do the images get to the brain?
Grace: Through the nerves!
...
It was funny when it happened, trust me on this. Also Jill and I got into trouble because we walked into SS late and laughing like drains about something that was inherently unfunny but was, at the time, very humourous anyway (we'd seen Ms. Bong "disciplining" two girls in front of the staff room, and Jill asked me, "Who are they?" And I said, "I don't know, two girls," and she said, "Oh, right, two girls, I didn't know that, two girls as opposed to what, two dogs?" And then we were off and we couldn't stop for ten minutes, and it was the sort of laughter you /know/ is dangerous, but that just makes you laugh harder? Yeah). These are two examples of that very sad sort of "in the moment" humour that I wish I could turn into "truly witty" humour, but I can't. And now this entry seems pointless, because it's not very funny at all.
Damn it!
Oh, and A4's enterprising money extortion business is still up and running. The current rates go ten cents per swear word and anywhere from a dollar to two hundred dollars for bad puns ("What's round, purple, and conquered half of Asia? Alexander the Grape!"). Yue-Yi owes the class, collectively, six thousand dollars, especially for the crack she made today about solenoids. "Solenoids? You mean single annoyed people?" Soon we'll have to put a tax on things like teachers, for example Ms. Ng, for being a mentally challenged pig. If nothing else, it'll make up for Jill losing something like seventeen dollars that we were going to donate to the SPCA.
During class today Jill pointed out one of the (more obvious) differences between her and downthehill: I can't remember what I was rambling on about at the time, but I turned around to the two of them and said, "Just say 'yes'." downthehill said, "Yes?" and Jill did her Suspicious Eyebrow Dance at me and said "What?" She really is a distrustful little bugger, we'll have to eat her first if a combination of avian flu and human beings kills all the chickens in the world.
Sub: Where do the images in your eye go?
Grace: Nerves!
Sub: Good! And what are these nerves connected to!
Grace: Brain!
Sub: And how do the images get to the brain?
Grace: Through the nerves!
...
It was funny when it happened, trust me on this. Also Jill and I got into trouble because we walked into SS late and laughing like drains about something that was inherently unfunny but was, at the time, very humourous anyway (we'd seen Ms. Bong "disciplining" two girls in front of the staff room, and Jill asked me, "Who are they?" And I said, "I don't know, two girls," and she said, "Oh, right, two girls, I didn't know that, two girls as opposed to what, two dogs?" And then we were off and we couldn't stop for ten minutes, and it was the sort of laughter you /know/ is dangerous, but that just makes you laugh harder? Yeah). These are two examples of that very sad sort of "in the moment" humour that I wish I could turn into "truly witty" humour, but I can't. And now this entry seems pointless, because it's not very funny at all.
Damn it!
Oh, and A4's enterprising money extortion business is still up and running. The current rates go ten cents per swear word and anywhere from a dollar to two hundred dollars for bad puns ("What's round, purple, and conquered half of Asia? Alexander the Grape!"). Yue-Yi owes the class, collectively, six thousand dollars, especially for the crack she made today about solenoids. "Solenoids? You mean single annoyed people?" Soon we'll have to put a tax on things like teachers, for example Ms. Ng, for being a mentally challenged pig. If nothing else, it'll make up for Jill losing something like seventeen dollars that we were going to donate to the SPCA.
During class today Jill pointed out one of the (more obvious) differences between her and downthehill: I can't remember what I was rambling on about at the time, but I turned around to the two of them and said, "Just say 'yes'." downthehill said, "Yes?" and Jill did her Suspicious Eyebrow Dance at me and said "What?" She really is a distrustful little bugger, we'll have to eat her first if a combination of avian flu and human beings kills all the chickens in the world.