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ookay. so i'm not doing too well on this updating thang.
track wasn't really funny, but the 10 minutes before track started were. a certain sophomore was being fidgety and chewing on the collar of her shirt and commented "i feel like a beaver." i was not looking at her at this point, i got distracted by some shiny object or other. so i just sortof turn to her like "what??" and she was saying how she felt like a beaver.
and then i asked said sophomore if she knew what a beaver was. and then i started sortof laughing and scott was like cracking up and it was funny. then i calmly explained (who am i kidding, i was giggling like an immature freak) that 'beaver' is slang for vagina. to which she responded with disbelief.
so then this little sophomore asked about FIFTEEN people if they knew what a beaver was. and i was dying laughing the whole time and/or getting exasperated because people thought that me and scott were just pervert nerds that made up nicknames for the vag in our spare time. no really people, it's like a WORLDWIDE thing. at least national, if nothing else. we're not that fucked up. really. check this out: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=beaver (a better idea than taking scott's advice and googling "shaved beaver")
at any rate, only one other person had heard the term before. granted, most of the people asked were girls and underclassmen, but still...really. i should not be the one that's educating other people here. and that's the end of my story.
other than that, ap exams are over. this past weekend has been me in hysterics. literally. like i'm crying one minute because i think my mom's hiding my clothes on me (don't ask) and then the next i've got panic at the disco blaring from the radio and i'm singing along at the top of my lungs. and then i hate how i look. and then i like how i look. and then i'm just happy that i'm quitting d'angelos but it still bothers me that i might never see the regular customers again because they're fun. and you don't even wnat to get into the inner struggle i'm having over the short story for english. and i need to finish my prom dress and this is NOT supposed to be a stressful time of year!
i'm slightly confused.
but not about calculus! lisa husseini taught me calculus and i am forever grateful. she is a lovely person.
track wasn't really funny, but the 10 minutes before track started were. a certain sophomore was being fidgety and chewing on the collar of her shirt and commented "i feel like a beaver." i was not looking at her at this point, i got distracted by some shiny object or other. so i just sortof turn to her like "what??" and she was saying how she felt like a beaver.
and then i asked said sophomore if she knew what a beaver was. and then i started sortof laughing and scott was like cracking up and it was funny. then i calmly explained (who am i kidding, i was giggling like an immature freak) that 'beaver' is slang for vagina. to which she responded with disbelief.
so then this little sophomore asked about FIFTEEN people if they knew what a beaver was. and i was dying laughing the whole time and/or getting exasperated because people thought that me and scott were just pervert nerds that made up nicknames for the vag in our spare time. no really people, it's like a WORLDWIDE thing. at least national, if nothing else. we're not that fucked up. really. check this out: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=beaver (a better idea than taking scott's advice and googling "shaved beaver")
at any rate, only one other person had heard the term before. granted, most of the people asked were girls and underclassmen, but still...really. i should not be the one that's educating other people here. and that's the end of my story.
other than that, ap exams are over. this past weekend has been me in hysterics. literally. like i'm crying one minute because i think my mom's hiding my clothes on me (don't ask) and then the next i've got panic at the disco blaring from the radio and i'm singing along at the top of my lungs. and then i hate how i look. and then i like how i look. and then i'm just happy that i'm quitting d'angelos but it still bothers me that i might never see the regular customers again because they're fun. and you don't even wnat to get into the inner struggle i'm having over the short story for english. and i need to finish my prom dress and this is NOT supposed to be a stressful time of year!
i'm slightly confused.
but not about calculus! lisa husseini taught me calculus and i am forever grateful. she is a lovely person.