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...This week, all hell broke loose! domokun
You guys know how I broke up with Brandon?...-Yeah. Pretty much. Well, anywho, I like two other guys, and now (somehow) one of them knows it. :cough cough: HEARD IT WAS TAYLOR mad
So yeah, the person who it was that was told, this is what happened in class:
Him: Taylor told me.
Me: Told you what (:slaps self: BRAIN DEAD SELF)
Him: Nevermind talk2hand
... 30 seconds ish go by...
Me: :stops working and looks up in terrorfied face:
Him: Yeah... Now you know what I'm talking about.
That wasn't a lot of fun to go through.
The other person I like, he knows I like him, but that's because I told him. AND he knows that I like person #1 too. Now that I think of it, he knows the most out of all of my friends...
...Yeah, I swear to God, yesterday during last block, my science teacher (Mrs. Thompson) Was on crack. eek We get into class, and no one's talking -silence- She looks up from her desk after 15 minutes of us just sitting there, waiting for what to do and says, 'Go to the back of the classroom and get your posters for Spirit Week.' So, -wordlessly- we get out of our desks and start to walk to the back of the room to retreive them. 'WAIT! THAT'S IT!' She yells. We all turn to look at her. 'YOU GUYS ARE WAY TOO LOUD! EVERYONE, SIT DOWN!'
... We all sat down. She starts to yell at us again, 'Since you guys can't do fun things while staying quiet, you'll all do this' She slaps down this sheet on the overhead projector. It's like, 3 math problems and two questions. The problems were like, 'A truck is travleing 40 km/sec. How many miles does it travel per second?' Yeah, pretty much easy stuff like that. And the last two questions were, 'What does 'kilo' mean?' and 'What does 'centi' mean?'
... stare We're in 8th grade. Who doesn't know that? :thinks of Jake: Nevermind...
So anywho- we all finish quickly and turn them in. Back to square one- We're all sitting quietly waiting for directions. ...She starts to sing sweatdrop Yes, sing. I was too startled by the fact that she was singing (badly at that) to realize what it was she was singing. When she was through with that she looks around the class (apparently I wasn't the only one staring at her) and she says, 'It's from the 80s!'
5 minutes later we're all running around like maniacs... neutral How we began this, I don't remember. But suddenly, she threw Hershey's Kisses at Melissa and Hailie, who then ran to me and Christina (Who were working on our poster like we were supposed to be doing) and they rubbed it in our faces that they had chocolate. We ran to her, and she gave us chocolate too xp Yay blaugh It was good.
Then, I overheard Melissa, Hailie, and Mrs. Thompson talking.
Melissa: What's this? :picks something up in a jar:
Hailie: Looks like a little dog
Mrs. Thompson: Oh, it's a pig fetus
Melissa/Hailie: eek
Melissa: They actually killed a piggy?! crying
Mrs. Thompson: Yeah! Wanna see it under the microscope!?
Melissa/Hailie: ... 4laugh Sure!
They come over to where me and Christina are working on our poster. (The microscopes were next to us, across the lab table to be exact) Mrs. Thompson took it out of the container, it was like, dripping everywhere. The stuff that was preserving it in the jar. I looked at the cap that she had carelessly removed and it said, 'DO NOT REMOVE CONTENTS'
surprised That's a caring science teacher I tell you.
She tries to shove it under the microscope, which it will obviously NOT fit under, and I could tell that even Melissa and Hailie saw it.
Mrs. Thompson: :gives up: It's not gonna fit.
Melissa: ... Can we play with it?
Hailie: Like, keep it out and look at it?
Mrs. Thompson: ...Knock yourselves out.
...The three of them were rolling it around the lab table. gonk Pretty much a disgusting sight if you ask me. When they were through with THAT, they had to endure the task of putting it back in the jar. Melissa and Hailie tried to grab it with tweezers. (I might not get this part down pack, I wasn't really listening by this point in time)
Hailie: AGH! IT'S ROLLING AWAY!
Melissa: :I heard a snap, more like a click: ...I think I snapped it's neck.
Well, took them long enough to get that thing back into its jar and back on the file cabinet with the other displays.
While they had the Fetus Fun, everyone else was either making their posters, or whacking a croquet ball around with the mallets with Timmy and Wayne. mad Losers. neutral
Alrighty- To the bus ride home...Uh...yesterday! sweatdrop SHUT UP! I FIGURED IT OUT! scream stressed
Dylan Masters has an obsession with the Arby's Mitt keychain I have. Apparently, he had taken it as I was getting on the bus. When I was sitting down and he walked past me to sit down, he was swinging it in his hand.
Dylan: Look what I have
Me: Give it back crying
Dylan: No!
Me: ...Meanie cry
He just kept it for the bus ride. As our bus stop came, we both got up, (he was two seats behind me) and since we have like, 5 catirllion kids that get off at our stop, there was a line and we talked over the seats as we walked off:
Dylan: Want it back?
Me: Yes! sad
Dylan: One condition-
Me: Anything! gonk
Dylan: You have to go back out with me.
Me: .. Really? Is that how it's gonna be?
Dylan: 3nodding Pretty much
Me: Is that black mail? Because I don't like black mail- Or a threat, threats aren't very nice either, Dylan.
Dylan: Come on, you have to love the Dylan.
Me: Oh, yeah, Dylan, I sure do. (sarcastically)
Dylan: Damn right, woman.
I step off of the last step of the bus and turn just in time to see him put his foot on the last step as he says, 'Will you go back out with- ' ...He slips. xd His a** bounces down all the steps and then onto the wet ground. He just sat there. xD I bent over, looked in his face and said, 'I'll think about it' In a mocking tone and I took back my Arby's Glove.
What a loser rolleyes
So- Brandon asked me back out. He did it in a way that made me feel terrible about breaking up with him, which he says he didn't mean to do, which is bull s**t xd because that's the point to get me to go back out with him. As I've said before, it's not that I don't like him anymore, but the best way to say it, no matter how corny it sounds, is that I've moved on. And he should do the same 3nodding
blaugh blaugh Plus, I am thirteen. It's not that much drama blaugh blaugh
 Print Me Out · Sat Oct 08, 2005 @ 07:41pm · 1 Comments |
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