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|greenpixiestix (profile) wrote, |
on 10-7-2005 at 9:02am
|Music: A Wilhelm Scream - Less Bright Eyes, More Deicide
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Remember that I'm one of those quiet chicks who sits in the back of class. Ok? Good. Yesterday mornin', I was sitting on a bench, reading a book. Some guy came up and said, "Hey, I'm in a few of your classes. Kristina, right?" and I nodded. He was pretty hot. "How'd you know my...?" "OH! Sometimes I sit next to you, and the roll sheet gets passed around and... yeah, so how're you liking the book?" We chatted about the humanities class, and then it started getting strange. "Y'know, you're really pretty," he said. At that point, I was very conscious of my appearance. Hair down, eyes barely lined with eyeliner, black tshirt, black jacket, black jeans with wallet chain hangin' off, and faded, beat-up, 5-year-old, very weathered black Converse. "Uhh... thank you." "What're you doing on Wednesday night? There's this great Bible Study thing, if you'd like to come with me." DUDE! ARE YOU INSANE?! ...and was that a "date"?! "Oh? I don't really live in the area, but thanks for asking." Luckily, his phone started to ring, and I managed to make a quick escape. And I thought all I ever had to worry about was avoiding the Scientologists... Good grief.
*By the way, I'm single again, which meant I could've went to Bible Study with a hot guy without feeling guilty, but DUDE. *gesticulates wildly* NO.
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