I ACED MY TEST!!!
Oooooh yeeeeeeeah! That's 20 out of 20 questions, baby! Better than most of those silly boys in my class!!!
What a way to start my day!
With that little added bit of confidence I actually started piping up and answering questions out loud in class...and the instructor spent the rest of the day telling those boys to listen to what the girls were saying! Heh heh...
Talked a lot with this one guy during our breaks. He seems pretty cool and doesn't appear to be immediately trying to get in my pants, which is nice for a change.
Unlike that other guy...the one who told me he thought I was interesting and he wanted to get to know me better
HE apparently feels the need to turn around in his seat and stare at me all day from three rows up.
I think it was my first or second day that I noticed him staring at me...feeling someone's eyes on me I looked over and I could have SWORN that he winked at me. I disregarded it at first...thinking he'd have to be a fool...but now I realize, nope, he's just a fool.
I avoided making eye contact with him all day...but while we were all exiting the classroom to go home, he reached out and squeezed my shoulder repeatedly from behind me. I stated loudly, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, BOY! I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TOUCH ME!!"
His response? "Daaaaaaaaaaaamn!" As if somehow I'm over-reacting to being touched without permission.
He doesn't know how lucky he is that he didn't LOSE that arm of his and receive a swift beating with it.
***
While walking through the parking lot to my apartment...that neighbor boy who's got the hots for me rolled by in his car. And not five minutes later he was knocking on my door. Being that he'd SEEN me get home...I couldn't exactly not answer my door. The first thing he says is, "You look tired..." To which I answer, "Yeah, I'm tired...too tired to be social right now." And I parked myself in front of this here computer and start IMing with friends.
What does he do? Ignores the not entirely subtle hint and parks his fat ass on my floor. He must have sat there for nearly 30 minutes before I yelled something while he was on the phone with the roommates...He was saying something about how I needed a minute to relax or something (which is true, and which is what i'd told him) and I shouted something about not being to able to relax with him sitting in my living room.
He finally got the hint and said something about how if that's my 'fucked up' way of asking him to leave...he'd leave me alone. He said that the plan was to leave for the tittie bar at about ten. (about an hour)
30 minutes later...I'm laying on my floor, eating dinner, and watching the second episode of the show Help Wanted (the one my monster truck show was on) when he knocks on my door AGAIN.
I entirely ignored him while watching my tv...but soon after, his roommates and friends show up. I tell them I'm too tired to go to the tittie bar...and besides...I HAVE tits, so I can see them whenever I want! They say to Fat Bastard, "So what are YOU doing here then?!" And make their exit...finally taking Fat Bastard with them.
FINALLY left to myself...I spent the rest of my night happily practicing my pinstriping technique on my lunchbox.
Oooooh yeeeeeeeah! That's 20 out of 20 questions, baby! Better than most of those silly boys in my class!!!
What a way to start my day!
With that little added bit of confidence I actually started piping up and answering questions out loud in class...and the instructor spent the rest of the day telling those boys to listen to what the girls were saying! Heh heh...
Talked a lot with this one guy during our breaks. He seems pretty cool and doesn't appear to be immediately trying to get in my pants, which is nice for a change.
Unlike that other guy...the one who told me he thought I was interesting and he wanted to get to know me better
HE apparently feels the need to turn around in his seat and stare at me all day from three rows up.
I think it was my first or second day that I noticed him staring at me...feeling someone's eyes on me I looked over and I could have SWORN that he winked at me. I disregarded it at first...thinking he'd have to be a fool...but now I realize, nope, he's just a fool.
I avoided making eye contact with him all day...but while we were all exiting the classroom to go home, he reached out and squeezed my shoulder repeatedly from behind me. I stated loudly, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, BOY! I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO TOUCH ME!!"
His response? "Daaaaaaaaaaaamn!" As if somehow I'm over-reacting to being touched without permission.
He doesn't know how lucky he is that he didn't LOSE that arm of his and receive a swift beating with it.
***
While walking through the parking lot to my apartment...that neighbor boy who's got the hots for me rolled by in his car. And not five minutes later he was knocking on my door. Being that he'd SEEN me get home...I couldn't exactly not answer my door. The first thing he says is, "You look tired..." To which I answer, "Yeah, I'm tired...too tired to be social right now." And I parked myself in front of this here computer and start IMing with friends.
What does he do? Ignores the not entirely subtle hint and parks his fat ass on my floor. He must have sat there for nearly 30 minutes before I yelled something while he was on the phone with the roommates...He was saying something about how I needed a minute to relax or something (which is true, and which is what i'd told him) and I shouted something about not being to able to relax with him sitting in my living room.
He finally got the hint and said something about how if that's my 'fucked up' way of asking him to leave...he'd leave me alone. He said that the plan was to leave for the tittie bar at about ten. (about an hour)
30 minutes later...I'm laying on my floor, eating dinner, and watching the second episode of the show Help Wanted (the one my monster truck show was on) when he knocks on my door AGAIN.
I entirely ignored him while watching my tv...but soon after, his roommates and friends show up. I tell them I'm too tired to go to the tittie bar...and besides...I HAVE tits, so I can see them whenever I want! They say to Fat Bastard, "So what are YOU doing here then?!" And make their exit...finally taking Fat Bastard with them.
FINALLY left to myself...I spent the rest of my night happily practicing my pinstriping technique on my lunchbox.
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willdabeast:
umm i work in a box shop
7deadlycyns:
I love reading your journals when they are long! You are perhaps one of the most interesting friends I have. I have been away for some time and came by to say hello.