Ow! Okay! Ow! Okay!
Jiminy Crickets! Whew. My conscience sounds like the girl down the street. Yup, good ole Gwyniver~everstar is in my head beating Egomania and Cynosarcasm with a broom whenever I start sliding down that slippery slope. Which is often. Ow! I guess it's only fair, considering we've been in cahoots for four years and running, and I've made my indelible impression on her as well. It's a symbiotic relationship, I think. I have the crazies, which makes her laugh and think outside the box, and she has internet access and WoW, which makes this one a happy man.
Speaking of happy men, I broke seven. I have now officially been mistaken for a boy seven times; five in person, twice in a photo online. This seventh time, which I've been gunning for since I cut my hair, came like a ninja towards the end of Nutrition class. We had a substitute teacher, this real space case called Mr. Potter. I was hanging around the Cafe schedules up front with the guy that sits next to me and another girl at my table, and Mr. Potter randomly accosts us and asks Nitzan (that's the other girl) about Corey (that's the guy) "Is this guy a good student? Is he a good student?" Me and Nitzan muttered something affirmative and then Mr. Potter asks us "And what about this guy? Is this guy a good student?" and he's gesturing at me. I raised my eyebrow of doom and said "Guy?" and Nitzan muttered something like "Guy? She's a girl..." and Mr. Potter spluttered something along the lines of the famous Trevism: "Men...women... What's the difference?" and then, quite mercifully, the bell rang.
Now I'm gunning for eight.
poverty report: 6685. Damn Christmas event.
absinthe report: *delirum tremens*
 Catena Carswell · Tue Dec 27, 2005 @ 07:09pm · 0 Comments |
