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Artie: What'd you get on that test?
Me: 98. You?
Him: Only an 89. *makes disappointed face*
Me: *dies at look on face* That's still good though.
Him: Yeah. But I really wanted to get an A.
Me: *dies again*
Him: I made a lot of stupid mistakes. If I had looked it over before I handed it in...
Me: Well it's only the first test. *is thinkning that he CARES that he got an 89, which is still a pretty good grade, when most people she has encountered would have been happy with a 70.*

Yeah. And then our hands brushed when we were passing the quizzes. *Is such a pathetic fangirl, deep, deep inside*

Heather, it's all good if Casey comes. Invite her!

Kelli, I don't suppose you'd want to come over Saturday night and watch Halloweentown? (Still have to ask Dad, but don't think it'll be a problem.)

Everyone else, Heather, Vanessa, and I are still the only confirmed movie goers for Sunday. Hoping for Jess, Kelli, Casey, and others I haven't called yet. The more the merrier!

You know you want to meet us at 12:30 and see The Corpse Bride. Don't deny it.

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Nothing stops a girl's heart like a red convertable beetle, just sitting there, gleaming in the sun.

With a flower in the bud vase.

And a St. Michael's sticker in the back window.

*sigh*

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Megan's Dirty Mind (which is a ceaseless source of amusement) + Great Russians = the following:

Crazy Russian Lady: Anna wants Vronsky, but she can't jump on his... da da da... immideately. (I swear to God that's exactly what she said.)
Megan's Dirty Mind: Jump on his... what was that? Is she implying penis? What?
What She Really Meant: Anna can't act on Vronsky's words of love and passion immideately because she's married and they're in a train station. (But being Russian she often beings sentences and then has to restate them for clarity. Which is what she did. But that first one just killed me. She also replaces word/concepts she can't articulate in English with 'da da da'. Like we know what that means.)

Anna Karenina: "with the penetration of a lover" Pg. 97
Megan's Dirty Mind: Penetration of a lover. Hahahahaha. Wow I'm immature. Don't care. Bad choice of words Mr. Tolstoy. Very bad.
Tolstoy: Shut up. I meant penetration into her mind, her relationship, her...
Me: Yeah, sure. When do they do it?
Tolstoy: *sigh* Keep reading.
Erin: Penis? Hahahaha where?
Hannah: It's true. Everyone does think human anatomy is funny.

Also:
Crazy Russian Lady: We know Anna will give in to Vronsky... You have already read the first lovemaking scene, yes?
Class: *Looks at each other, shakes heads* Ummm... no.
Crazy Russian Lady: Well you know it is going to happen...
Jim: At least we know there's some good reading to look forward to.

Crazy Russian Lady: What does it all mean?
Gary: *Says opinion, very eloquntly, several times, makes a good point*
Crazy Russian Lady: *Shoots Gary down, a lot, not as eloquently.*
Gary: Fine. I'm not going to answer anymore.
Me: *in my head* If you ask our opinions, you can't disregard them because they don't agree with yours. Stupid Russian Crackhead.

AHH! AHH! THIS JUST IN! JIM READS LIVEJOURNALS! RUN! HEAD FOR THE HILLS!

Kidding. Totally kidding. Like woah. Cause I'm leet like that.

P.S. Jim has nothing to do but talk to people (me, Kelli, Blake) online. What a loser.

Still kidding.

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I don't know quite what I expected from the Red Sox/Yankees rivalry dance, but I didn't get it.

(That's Megan code for the dance sucked.)

Dancing: When does it stop being fun and start being gang rape? (You never though you'd have to ask that question, did you? Me neither.)

Two guys brought Kelsey back a few minutes ago. Totally trashed. Great.

But the Red Sox won, so they're now tied for first place. Yay!

I left the dance when it occured to me that I could be here, reading fanfiction, instead of there, wishing I was here, reading fanfiction.

Bring on the puppy love!