Christ-like Post

This post is Christ-like. Like, as if. As if Christ himself were here, in my fingers, typing an astonishing 73.5 wpm. Christ is really good at scrambler.

Scrambler was this game I used to play on AOL way back in the day. I loved it so much.

I read the most recent installment of Harry Potter. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???????????????????

Why did it have to happen? I have my own theories. Oh yes. Theories wherein certain people DON'T die and were rather impostors to begin with and so could not have actually been killed. That is one theory I have. Amongst many. You know what I'm talking about. Well, Steve does. Hi Steve!!! I wish there was an emoticon for waving. Actually, I take that back. I wish there were no emoticons for anything. With one possible exception, that exception being the exceptional ))<>((.

What color should I dye my hair tomorrow? My little baby cousin died her hair blond. What a whore! Just kidding Maggie. You're no whore. Yet. Maybe now that your hair is blond. Who knows really.

"Mandy?" "what?" "Are you typing in there?" "no" "Knock it off" "fuck you"

That is a conversation I just had with my brother. The truth is, I am typing in here. What a sucker.

The other day I was explaining to my little Spanish class buddy/stalker Nicholas what youtube is. He had never heard of it. He is a spaz and always wants to know what I am doing and where I am going and what I've been up to and follows me around literally like a puppy dog. I asked him if there was anything in the world that is his favorite thing and that he would like to see a video of with the intention of showing him that pretty much anything can be seen on Youtube but instead of saying something a normal 20 year old would say, he grabbed my arm in a half hug and said, "you!" And when I said, "get off me" and asked again he said, "Flamenco!" I don't know what to do about this kid. He is a freak of nature. He is very friendly and outgoing and has a very skewed sense of boundaries. Like, for instance, he doesn't understand that I don't really enjoy being touched and half-hugged by 20 year old guys I just met a few weeks ago in Spanish class, unless that person is my 21 year old cutie little blond christian boyfriend. But he sees nothing wrong with this. And he sees nothing wrong with tracking me down after I've found a secluded corner and sitting down next to me during our break and reading my emails outloud to himself. And he sees nothing wrong with following me to the coffee shop, buying nothing, following me to my table, and talking to me about completely inane and mundane things. And he doesn't think it is weird to draw pictures of me in class. Twice. And he doesn't think it is weird to poke me and try to tickle me during class. Twice. What the hell? There are other weird things he has done, but I can't remember all of them. Luckily I only have one more week of Spanish class. And then no school until the end of September!!!! Yay! All my mornings will be free and easy and breezy. And a little bit sleazy. Goes without saying.

Christ Almighty on a stick is it ever bed time for little mandypants. See you tomorrow!