Victory!

So.

There's this kid who sits next to me in biochemistry. Bagel kid sits on the other side of me, and we nicknamed this other kid Chuckles. Since that's what he does. I talk, express my brilliant wit and humor, and he chuckles. Until today, what's made him laugh the most is when I said something about how Kanye West reminded me of the HIV protease.

Well, today. I was wondering aloud why this fellow (a very boisterous, know-it-all ex-military so-called "non-traditional" student who clearly likes hyphens) in our class always dresses as if he's about to be deployed.

Chuckles died. He almost fell out of his chair, turned redder than a genetically engineered tomato and almost started hyperventilating. While giggle-snorting.

Now, I didn't think what I said was all that funny. Maybe it was my mastery of delivery and inflection, or my choice of words. But Chuckles actually turned to me and said "That was the best thing yet, and you've said some very off-the-wall stuff." Made me blush a bit.

That's the first thing he's said to us all semester. Never mind the fact that as soon as we heard his voice, Bagel kid and I kinda looked at each other and telepathically said "GAY." So maybe that's why he's sitting next to us all the time. And maybe that's why he wears designer clothes, designer shoes, and protects himself from the designer rain with his designer umbrella.

Bagel kid and I have made it a competition thus far--Who can make Chuckles lose it more often. I'm winning.

Also, I just realized I mentally jump all over the place when I'm writing these entries. I should try to write something that's coherent and adheres to a single topic. Someone give me one.

Cheers!~

Kill the Lights

Britney Spears Title Marathon Continues.

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I'm home now. Summer has officially started--summer being that period between semesters where it's hot and your part-time job as a lifeguard or some shit makes you hate life. Lifeguard hating life. Teehee.

My brother is a still a space-wasting money vacuum. My mom still doesn't mind. My grandmother has deteriorated, and now thinks that "calling someone" means going out on her front porch and yelling their name really loud. Good thing the neighbors are nice people.

I found a copy of Ender's Game here at my house, so I read it because it was one of those books everyone had a while back and I had never gotten around to it.... and it was okay. A little sad, I guess. I don't know. My favorite book this year is still Five-Quarters of an Orange. Literary gasm.

I'm eating Black Raspberry ice cream. Wtf is a black raspberry?

For the past two days, I've woken up to a bagel kid text message. What does this mean? I'm pretty sure he bats for my team and all, but I still feel like he doesn't like me. They weren't about anything in particular, we just basically made heathen chemistry-related racist jokes that shan't be repeated here for fear of impending hatred. Hmm. I wonder if I'll get one tomorrow morning. If so, maybe bagel kid and I need to have a long discussion about the birds and the...no, not the birds. I hate birds.

Okay, sleep time.

In other news, MyPetRock got that four-ohhh! Happiness.