Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Rooted to the floor...
"Jana?"I turn and look at an ex-classmate who now is of a different section.
"Yes?" I say.
He says nothing but bends down and reaches for my shoe.
What in the--? I would have booted my nice pretty shoes in his face, if I wasn't too shocked at this bold move.
I mean, total invasion of privacy here.
"What the heck are you doing?"
"Checking for roots."
I thought my brain was playing tricks on me, or this guy was totally off his bonkers. I stared at him and if he didn't give a better explanation soon, I would boot my nice pretty shoes in his face.
I stared.
He smiled.
"Considering the fact that you've been sitting there for eight hours straight, I figured, you might have grown roots on that spot."
Oh.
Oh haha.
You think that that's funny.
It's not.
You've got a small nose!
Ha!
Lotsa love, Jana
Labels: Life in the form of chocolate, Schoolingness
by jana at 2:29 PM |
3 Comments:
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hey gal. dont worry about it alright. when we dont fit in to some place... we fit in perfectly in His arms. =)
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