Posted by IndigoBook on Oct 2, 2009 in
Reality I remember, at some point last year after I met Susan, I came to school wearing my orange pants (as I often do). I was standing outside Ms. Hsu’s classroom with Susan, waiting to be let in, and we were talking about–something, I don’t know. This one eighth-grader who was in my Algebra class, henceforth referred to as K, suddenly said to me, “Why are you wearing orange pants? Who wears orange pants?”
“Um…I do?” I replied. He looked bemused for a few moments, then said, fairly quietly, “Well, of course you would, Constance, because…you’re weird…” And I swear I could hear him thinking, Damn you, you ruined my insult.
K has not been the only person to do this. The other day in Core, the person next to me, henceforth referred to as M, said, “Only nerds like to read.”
“And?” I said.
“And…you like to read.”
“So?”
“So…you’re a nerd.”
“And?”
“You’re…a nerd?”
“Was that supposed to be an insult?”
M, who was beginning to look very uncomfortable, muttered “No, no” very quickly and returned to what he was doing.
I love ruining people’s insults. It’s so satisfying.
Tags: awesome, insult dismemberment, maniacal laugh, nonsense, school
Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 12, 2009 in
Reality Logan’s Run is awesome.
My ears are being destroyed by the screeching noises of my friend Susan. Now I’m going to make her write something.
My rat is trying to eat my toe? Um… Q!!!
Riiiiiiiiight.
Sooo. School is over. Awesomous. Also, tomorrow’s my birthday. Yay.
And…yeah.
Of all the random things I could say right now, I really can’t think of anything… Cherry pie! Ok, but that’s not so random, because you knew I was going to say something random, so you knew something was coming, which automatically makes it nonrandom, thus destroying every single thing I was trying to accomplish in the first place.
…pie rox.
I have awesome friends. Well, except for Lysander.
Hey!
And that’s it.
Tags: awesome, imaginary friends, school
Posted by IndigoBook on Dec 4, 2008 in
First 10 Posts,
Reality Yes, it’s true. Literature class is suckish, very muchly so too. I hate it. (I’ve probably said it before, but I’ll tell you again)
It’s not the reading I hate, of course. What were you thinking, you sick person? It’s the analyzing every which way, blah blah.
So today Ihad to read the story “Papa’s Parrot” and answer some questions. Questions 1 through 8, to be exact. So I was thinking, “Easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, ooh, what’s this?” The question was “What can you learn from Harry’s experiences?”
I wrote From Harry’s experiences, I learned and then stopped. Why? Because I was trying not to be honest and say “From Harry’s experiences, I learned absolutely nothing! Hello, waste of time!”
I mean, REALLY. Harry’s experiences were: not visiting his dad’s store, and being asked “Where’s Harry?” by a parrot. No big life lessons there. Maybe I should’ve written “From Harry’s experiences, I learned that lit. class sucks! Oh wait, I already knew that.”
Tags: dull, first 10, literature class, school, stupid, suckish
So, because of the embarassment associated with yesterday’s post, I now DID NOT POST YESTERDAY. Understand? Good.
Lysander: And we’re not going to discuss the “Paul is dead” thing anymore. [imitation of Blue Meanie] Is that understood, Max?
[sigh] No, your Blueness.
Lysander: That’s better.
Now then, let us discuss real life.
In second grade, I was a great basketball player. The only girl who played at lunch, too. Our team won a lot. However, I haven’t played since then, and I now have to face the facts: I play basketball worse than a banana slug. And they don’t even have hands.
The winner of my basketball game.
And on a new topic: I wonder if Andrew still has a crush on me? I was pretty sure he did last year when he left a valentine on my desk in February and not on anyone else’s. But he’s not in any of my classes this year, and I haven’t spoken to him since the beginning of last year when he assumed I didn’t know what “foreign” meant.
I also think another boy who’s in my Core class might like me…
Well, he gave me half a cookie because I didn’t bring my stuff for the barter session today.
But what I found intriguing was this: A couple weeks ago during my I-can-only-think-of-Yellow-Submarine period, I was bored waiting for the spelling test to start and I doodled a little pepper shaker in the top left corner. It wasn’t something easily noticed. I also started to draw a little monster, then erased it, but not too well. Still, as I said, it wasn’t very noticeable. After the test, he was the one who corrected it.
When I got it back, he’d written “nice!” next to both pictures.
What does this mean?
Tags: Beatles, boys, first 10, imaginary friends, school, Yellow Submarine
