Disclaimer: I can count the things I own on my two hands and any
thing in this story certainly isn't one of those ten things. These things
in this chapter and the last are all real occurences that have happened at
some point in time or another.
I am going to give away TASAKAPEOTKAUU's deepest secrets. Will that make
any one want to hear what I have to say? I hope so.
In order to understand me I believe that you first need to understand my friends. Well not really for I am one of a kind but it sounded neat to say. Do you not think so? I love my friends. They are geeks to be proud of. Intelligent for the most part and almost always enjoyable. They are usually mature except Leah. They are also nearly always good natured well except Lisa. And me yes I must confess that I am at times a grouch but that is reserved for special persons.
To continue this thought....
I think I should take back the statement about the maturity levels. Let me tell you what is occuring at my lunch table. Jared is blowing orange juice out of his nose because of a naughty thing Lisa said about me and a very... um.... nice exchange student. Nice is a good bland word isn't it? Michele is laughing at my blushing and so I make a obsene comment about herself and a certain blonde elven bow twanger. You all know whom I speak of I assume. For those of you not enlightened by the Lord of the Rings trilogy I shall tell you that such bow boy is also called Legolas. Not that he is important or anything. David, our anti-social know it all (quite often refered to as Ghandi), is snickering at us all quietly and then proving his supreme intelligence once again by gloating about how this intelligence of his surpasses mine by far. Geek. He does that all the time for no reason what so ever. At least I have SOME social skills.
Okay so maybe I was lying about the maturity yet they are good friends all the same. You have to love them.They are true and care for what matters most. Not looks for we are not shallow. They do not care for lies and are wise inside. Deep deep deep DEEP inside mind you. What other qualities would harbor such good conditions for geekdom? I love every moment of it.
As is ritual for us we contend to our need to wander out into the hallway. We do this for absolutley no reason because the lunch table is just as comfortable as the large black stone benches in the hall outside of the cafeteria. The only reason I can give for this migration is that we need to leave the fish bowl. I tell this to my friends and they laugh because the cafeteria is rectangular. I shake my head so often at them it is a wonder that my neck is not bulging with well used muscles.
"It is a aquarium then. But look at them all! Bottom dwellers and nasty ravenous baracudas. Then there is the gold fish. Very flashy yet it still smells and gold fish are so small and insignificant." I told Michele and Leah.
Lisa walks out of the double doors and says, "I think that is a zoo. Look at the wire between the glass panels in the windows. You just don't find cages around aquariums all the water would drain out."
Let me take this moment to shake my head again, "THERE ISN'T ENOUGH VARIETY IN THAT ROOM FOR THAT! They maybe apes and baboons and I've seen a couple swing around like chimps but if you compare them to those things they are all primates." I love my friends."Grrrrr... they are fish or they are primates but still all similar." So much for creativity.
Oh well. I have math now with the um... nice... foreign exchange student. I hope he doesn't read this. Not that it is isn't obvious, thank you friends, that I like him. I try to unobtruisively admire him in all his handsome manliness but then comes those geek friends of mine. They are so blatant about it. Especially when they point. Oh especially the pointing! Why do I put up with them? I am too honest with them. If I was prudent I wouldn't tell them anything. But what fun would that be? None. I go off to unadvoidably miss at least half of my math class with the admiring of the back of someone's head. A head with very nice hair mind you.
***** Have I bored you yet? I will get on the more interesting topics next chapter. Cya then my friend.
In order to understand me I believe that you first need to understand my friends. Well not really for I am one of a kind but it sounded neat to say. Do you not think so? I love my friends. They are geeks to be proud of. Intelligent for the most part and almost always enjoyable. They are usually mature except Leah. They are also nearly always good natured well except Lisa. And me yes I must confess that I am at times a grouch but that is reserved for special persons.
To continue this thought....
I think I should take back the statement about the maturity levels. Let me tell you what is occuring at my lunch table. Jared is blowing orange juice out of his nose because of a naughty thing Lisa said about me and a very... um.... nice exchange student. Nice is a good bland word isn't it? Michele is laughing at my blushing and so I make a obsene comment about herself and a certain blonde elven bow twanger. You all know whom I speak of I assume. For those of you not enlightened by the Lord of the Rings trilogy I shall tell you that such bow boy is also called Legolas. Not that he is important or anything. David, our anti-social know it all (quite often refered to as Ghandi), is snickering at us all quietly and then proving his supreme intelligence once again by gloating about how this intelligence of his surpasses mine by far. Geek. He does that all the time for no reason what so ever. At least I have SOME social skills.
Okay so maybe I was lying about the maturity yet they are good friends all the same. You have to love them.They are true and care for what matters most. Not looks for we are not shallow. They do not care for lies and are wise inside. Deep deep deep DEEP inside mind you. What other qualities would harbor such good conditions for geekdom? I love every moment of it.
As is ritual for us we contend to our need to wander out into the hallway. We do this for absolutley no reason because the lunch table is just as comfortable as the large black stone benches in the hall outside of the cafeteria. The only reason I can give for this migration is that we need to leave the fish bowl. I tell this to my friends and they laugh because the cafeteria is rectangular. I shake my head so often at them it is a wonder that my neck is not bulging with well used muscles.
"It is a aquarium then. But look at them all! Bottom dwellers and nasty ravenous baracudas. Then there is the gold fish. Very flashy yet it still smells and gold fish are so small and insignificant." I told Michele and Leah.
Lisa walks out of the double doors and says, "I think that is a zoo. Look at the wire between the glass panels in the windows. You just don't find cages around aquariums all the water would drain out."
Let me take this moment to shake my head again, "THERE ISN'T ENOUGH VARIETY IN THAT ROOM FOR THAT! They maybe apes and baboons and I've seen a couple swing around like chimps but if you compare them to those things they are all primates." I love my friends."Grrrrr... they are fish or they are primates but still all similar." So much for creativity.
Oh well. I have math now with the um... nice... foreign exchange student. I hope he doesn't read this. Not that it is isn't obvious, thank you friends, that I like him. I try to unobtruisively admire him in all his handsome manliness but then comes those geek friends of mine. They are so blatant about it. Especially when they point. Oh especially the pointing! Why do I put up with them? I am too honest with them. If I was prudent I wouldn't tell them anything. But what fun would that be? None. I go off to unadvoidably miss at least half of my math class with the admiring of the back of someone's head. A head with very nice hair mind you.
***** Have I bored you yet? I will get on the more interesting topics next chapter. Cya then my friend.