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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 20:26:34 GMT -5
I hate this class. Why are we sitting through this? I'd rather be forking my eyes out.
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Post by ☮ ♥ ada on Jan 5, 2009 20:58:04 GMT -5
Please don't. You have pretty eyes.
Oh wait, excuse me. Pretty's not a manly word.
You have... gnarly... eyes?
Ugh. Heather Sinclair is giving me the stinkeye right now. I think it's because I got the last one of the shirt I'm wearing from the mall last week. I swear she was going to kill me. She smells like soup. And that really disgusting kind too, you know like the Campbell's chicken noodle that tastes like puke? That's what she smells like. It's revolting. Especially to people like me whose olfactory senses cannot tolerate her odor. Did you like my use of flippin sweet vocab there? I think English is actually paying off. James is a genius. But she intimidates the fuck out of me. She's like a grammar Nazi. I always try to pull the 'English as a second language' card and she's all 'CAN IT SUGARQUEEN'. I wish I could be her accountant or something so I could mess up all her taxes and then make her life a living hell. How did I even get on this subject? I don't know.
My hand is about to fall off. But I don't want to pull one of those awkward 'let me massage my hand' breaks because then I'll look like a wimp. It's not my fault she's putting up five thousand pages of notes. Like, dear Jesus. I'm good at math. I already get this. No Anne, let me be a note Nazi and bitch you out if you don't take my stupid notes that are pretty much common sense.
Oh, dear. I digress...
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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 21:07:47 GMT -5
For someone with a sore hand, you sure babble a lot. And I don't even bother copying her notes down. I get the condensed version from the text book. Trust, it works ten times better.
And you need to stop talking like your out of Juno.
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Post by ☮ ♥ ada on Jan 5, 2009 21:12:37 GMT -5
In case you haven't noticed, I am the epitome of babbling. I am like a brook. Only in human form.
I swear she hates me.
Oh boy. How has only ten minutes passed of this class? Sob, sob, emosob.
Your exclamation points are retarded. (And before you go 'you're retarded!'... you're retarded!)
Just kidding.
Not really.
Maybe.
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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 21:19:28 GMT -5
I don't wanna be yo' sack no mo'.
What?
I don't know.
My exclamation points look fine.
Retard. GOD.
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Post by ☮ ♥ ada on Jan 5, 2009 21:25:48 GMT -5
... what?
You confuse me. A lot.
They look weird. Just like your face.
GOD TINA, EAT YOUR FREAKIN DINNER.
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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 21:38:59 GMT -5
I hate Napoleon Dynamite.
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Post by ☮ ♥ ada on Jan 5, 2009 21:44:48 GMT -5
I hate you.
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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 21:59:33 GMT -5
No you don't.
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Post by ☮ ♥ ada on Jan 5, 2009 22:01:02 GMT -5
Derivatives make me want to derivadie.
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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 22:07:18 GMT -5
Your face makes me want to derivadie.
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Post by ☮ ♥ ada on Jan 5, 2009 22:21:41 GMT -5
... ):
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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 22:25:06 GMT -5
Just kiddingg.
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Post by ☮ ♥ ada on Jan 5, 2009 22:27:51 GMT -5
A plague on all your houses.
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Post by rcbcbsn. (ℓ) on Jan 5, 2009 22:31:36 GMT -5
... I only have one house...
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