Things freak me out.
People freak me out.
People I don't know, touching me freak me out.
People I don't know, touching my face, freak me out.
Should I continue?
So, Yesterday I walked into World History and sat at my newly assigned seat.
By the wall, in the middle of a greaser, to my right
And a freakazoid to my left.
Technically, they were to my front and back, but I was sitting against the wall, because it's easier since the board was like friggin' so far away, and my eyes are getting so much friggin' worse.
The greaser doesn't really have a place in this story, except I found out that he wants to have sex on the snow. Noice.
Yeah, we're that kind of class. Our teacher is so friggin awesome and the students got out of hand and Mr. B had nothing to do with anything except doing his job and teaching appropriate subjects. Reading chapter 9 of " The Bhagavad Gita" imagine the joy when we read the stanza containing the phrase "Indescribable pleasures" The teacher asked what our Indescribable pleasures were (expecting clean answers e.g. Chocolate or Food). I said something along the lines of "music" and I remember and always will when someone replied with
"*ahem mine's not appropriate for class sir"
"I'm sorry what?"
"I said it's not appropriate for class sir"
"What is it sex? That is not appropriate for class at all"
" no, sir. It's not"
"Please stop discussing inappropriate topics for class. But if it was fitting or relevant, please talk to your girlfriend or whoever about it to make it describable"
Mr. B is an awesome teacher who sticks to appropriate teaching topics.
Interrupting classmate says "How does he talk to his hand sir?!"
LOL. Funny stuff
Anyway about the freakazoid behind me.
I was minding my own business y'knw just sitting pretty much. And I notice him keep staring at me, then looking away. He did this the whole class. And he tried to talk to me multiple times, mumbling and I go "what?" then he goes "oh nothing". Freakin' Jeebus this happened 10 times. The only words we exchanged consisted of him going
"Hey, you like him?"
"What? Who?"
"Him right there"
"Uhm, NO"
"Oh you don't like him?"
"NO what are you on about?"
*end of conversation
Then I caught him writing, or drawing something and it looked kind of like "INA" actually it looked alot like "INA". Then he saw me looking in that direction and scribbled it off, trying to look normal. By this time I'm freaked out already since, oh you know, I didn't even tell him what my name was! Then he asked what my name was and I said "Ina" when I should've said "Cleopatra" and he looked pretty fucking proud of himself. But then after class I was walking outside, on my way to my mama who was picking me up. And Hey Ho whaddaya know he's right there walking beside me. I noticed him walking and he's like super short, like pretty much my height and I notice he has a bum leg. Emphasis on the bum leg.
"Hey where you going?"
"I'm going home freakazoid"
"Oh really?"
"Yes Fuckin' really, school over isn't it?"
"Oh well I'll see you later then"
"Don't count on it retard"
and then, this is the super huge stalker worthy part. HE TOUCHED MY FACE. Like fucking stroked it. Uhm HELLO. Do I look like a fucking dog here? Do i know you? Fucking NO. Don't fucking touch me!
If I was as pissed as I am right now, then I would've fucking cut his head off.
But I wasn't pissed out then, I was weirded out and just wanted to get away from him.
Jerk.
And then this morning I was walking with this guy to my next class, and I told him about freakazoid. And then, haha, we end up walking next to him. I refused to look at him, but he looked pretty pissed.
"Hey, you know that guy I told you about?"
"Yeah."
"He's the one right next to you"
*Looks to his right and down. HaHA
"No way. *is surprised by his height. That guy?!"
"Yes"
The most uncomfortable walk to PE ever,
ina
