They're freaky.
Yesterday,
someone I was Thiiiiiiiiiiiis close to forgetting
came to visit one of my teachers
And I was happy to have forgotten them
He bugs me
And I was telling Sakura about how he used
to flip my books off the desk in French class
And he heard me of course
And was like
"Tu sais que tu C'amais."
Terrible grammar by the way...
And I was like
"Non, Je te deteste"
And then, just after he left the room,
I was listening to my ipod
And then a song we learned in french last year that he was always complaining about
comes on.
And I totally freaked.
And then, if you will remember, last valentines day, some kid told me that
The kid I'm talking about
Thought I looked Sexy that day.
Remember? I talked about it...
And then, on the bus, Jordan was passing me
and as a joke (as is his nature) he said
"how you doin' Sexy?"
And that was just too much.
And then, when I got home
I found this old peice of boondoggo
And I remembered, that me and my friend
used to make boondogo to be kindof like stories
of our relationships with random people we knew
(Don't ask why, It was kinda weird)
And I looked at this peice of Boondoggo,
and I realize that this is the Boondoggo for
the kid I'm taling about.
I almost forgot him
And now I can't stop thinking about him.
It's freakishly annoying.
Yesterday,
someone I was Thiiiiiiiiiiiis close to forgetting
came to visit one of my teachers
And I was happy to have forgotten them
He bugs me
And I was telling Sakura about how he used
to flip my books off the desk in French class
And he heard me of course
And was like
"Tu sais que tu C'amais."
Terrible grammar by the way...
And I was like
"Non, Je te deteste"
And then, just after he left the room,
I was listening to my ipod
And then a song we learned in french last year that he was always complaining about
comes on.
And I totally freaked.
And then, if you will remember, last valentines day, some kid told me that
The kid I'm talking about
Thought I looked Sexy that day.
Remember? I talked about it...
And then, on the bus, Jordan was passing me
and as a joke (as is his nature) he said
"how you doin' Sexy?"
And that was just too much.
And then, when I got home
I found this old peice of boondoggo
And I remembered, that me and my friend
used to make boondogo to be kindof like stories
of our relationships with random people we knew
(Don't ask why, It was kinda weird)
And I looked at this peice of Boondoggo,
and I realize that this is the Boondoggo for
the kid I'm taling about.
I almost forgot him
And now I can't stop thinking about him.
It's freakishly annoying.
