Homicide Mode

 Sooo last Monday, History class was a riot, as usual. Pucca and Teddy we're going at it with Who Has The Most Random Answers. As a result, everytime I speak up, I seem to be the only person the professor likes to listen to.

Anywaaaaay, I was on homicide mode that day because of PUCCA. Jeezus Christ. Here are three reasons why:

* As usual, I was laughing at him because the teacher asked "Where was this historical figure exiled blah blah blah" and he answered. "Hawaii!" The answer was Guam. I was laughing so hard, that I was already bent over my desk. And then I felt his hand on my hair. (He is my seatmate. Ugh. ) On my head. OMG IT FELT SO WEIRD. I sat upright and pretended to look over my book and notes for the professor's discussion.

I could be paranoid, but.... asdjfh hfuvnifhshfjahgfalh!!! I mean, you just don't let a random person touch the crown of your head (unless the person has to work on your hair). For me, the head is quite an intimate area. I like it when my mom decides to give me a little head massage, or when a guy I used to go out with would stroke my head or ruffly my hair playfully. I mean, think about it! If someone you're just acquainted with reaches out to touch your hair or your head, it's just AWKWARD.

* I have this little habit of biting the end of my pen and just letting it stay there in my mouth if I'm nervous or if both of my hands are full. All of a sudden, Pucca knocked the pen off my mouth. And laughed.
First of all--- OUCH.
SECOND---- WTF???
I was so mad, I grabbed my notebook and started beating him up senseless. The teacher had to approach us and asked if I want to report Pucca to the Discipline Office. ARGH. I want to report him to the nearest police station! I told my professor it wasn't necessary.
  THEN Teddy- who was seated in front of me, said Pucca shouldn't be reported because he and I have a future together. SAY WHAT. The professor was obviously supressing a smile when she went back to the whiteboard.

*When we were all dismissed, Teddy went up to Pucca, extending a hand. "Dude, I want to be the best man at your wedding." Pucca and I gave him a weird look. I started to make my way to the door.
"What wedding?" Pucca asked. Teddy replied, "Oh, coz you know... you have a future."
I can feel Teddy, Pucca and Kitty looking at me.
"The only future he's having is the one in his grave!" I shot back.






By the way, the wedding is postponed. Pucca says his cousin will probably have it next year around May or October. Whatever. There better be cake.

Oh, and here's the view from my window around sundown! It's so preeeeetty.

Sunset hunting,
Awkward Turtle