sleepy in seattle
im back (obviously)!
anyways, back to people who bore me. mainly mj.
i mean, i have better conversations with kate. and that's saying a lot. (okay, maybe not with kate. kate not only bored me to death, she also struck me as this pretty popular airhead who cheats in tests. unlike some of us who choose to fail instead of stoop that low. and kate laughed at things so shallow, my cellphone wouldn't even become fully wet if i put it there. if it were water.)
when we talk, he's always like, "... ... ...". so i'm always like "... ... ...". i don't even think those can be called conversations. i mean, really. i think (not think, KNOW) conversations include people actually talking. not mumbling. not muttering. not grunting.
so why do i waste precious airtime on him? i honestly don't know.
well, i guess i do. i had a crush on him. then. not now. (asa pa no! not anymore!)
what really stopped me liking him was the conversation thing. i don't really like people who don't know how to talk. i mean, yeah, he can talk (literally) but he's big on mumbling. he could teach at Mumbler's Academy, actually.
well, and i still think he likes me. i mean, even i wouldn't be up in 2am mumbling with my best friend. that's against the laws of human nature. normally, if it were a friend, i would be all, "omg, it's 12am! so unless your house is being attacked by killer ants, i am *so* not calling!" but since he was a special case that required (note past tense) careful handling, i called. i mean, we were lying in bed in 2am talking to each other. wouldn't that count for something? and if it doesn't, then i so know nothing about the carriers of the Y chromosome. nada.
currently reading: all american girl
currently listening to: nothing
currently watching: this space, obviously
currently feeling: sleepy. very sleepy.
anyways, back to people who bore me. mainly mj.
i mean, i have better conversations with kate. and that's saying a lot. (okay, maybe not with kate. kate not only bored me to death, she also struck me as this pretty popular airhead who cheats in tests. unlike some of us who choose to fail instead of stoop that low. and kate laughed at things so shallow, my cellphone wouldn't even become fully wet if i put it there. if it were water.)
when we talk, he's always like, "... ... ...". so i'm always like "... ... ...". i don't even think those can be called conversations. i mean, really. i think (not think, KNOW) conversations include people actually talking. not mumbling. not muttering. not grunting.
so why do i waste precious airtime on him? i honestly don't know.
well, i guess i do. i had a crush on him. then. not now. (asa pa no! not anymore!)
what really stopped me liking him was the conversation thing. i don't really like people who don't know how to talk. i mean, yeah, he can talk (literally) but he's big on mumbling. he could teach at Mumbler's Academy, actually.
well, and i still think he likes me. i mean, even i wouldn't be up in 2am mumbling with my best friend. that's against the laws of human nature. normally, if it were a friend, i would be all, "omg, it's 12am! so unless your house is being attacked by killer ants, i am *so* not calling!" but since he was a special case that required (note past tense) careful handling, i called. i mean, we were lying in bed in 2am talking to each other. wouldn't that count for something? and if it doesn't, then i so know nothing about the carriers of the Y chromosome. nada.
currently reading: all american girl
currently listening to: nothing
currently watching: this space, obviously
currently feeling: sleepy. very sleepy.
