Someone, please be so kind as to explain to me why somebody who a certain person has known for five years (ME) is talked to, looked at, and generally tolerated less than somebody they have known for five weeks (NOT ME)?
I fail to see how that adds up. And this was after I snuck a peek through the Calculus class window this morning at the high school! If they can't do the math, I'm hard-pressed to find someone who can.
My French class had a tres marvelous speaker today! He was the president of the local French Bakers' Union, or whatever it's called, and he brought me food. :) He also officially taught us to swear in French class (at the insistence of Seat Partner, of course - who else?).
I barely understood any of it, but I was quite amused nonetheless when one of the people in my class recited a phone number, asked if it meant anything to the guy speaking, and later declared, "WELL IT'S THE NUMBER OF YOUR COMPANY."
If you're ever in need of a stalker, just tell me. I know a guy. ;)
Cheezlette, it saddens me greatly to tell you that boys are, in essence and in my humble opinion, lunkheads... No offence to any Manklers out there because I know you're all perfectly lovely.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I love your blog and especially the titles! :)
P.P.S. Congratulations in blogging more in 4 months than I have in half a year. :P