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un miracle que je sois sortie de mon pieu ce matin. it's like the cold starts right at the foot of my bed, it's a daily struggle to get out.
me suis prise les choux avec un mec this mornin'. i wasn't very nice but he really asked 4 it.
here, check it out:i come to school(which was hard enough!), je vais me prendre mon hot chocolate at the cafeteria, then je me pose avec ma clope au bec comme d'hab'. jusque la tout va bien. just when i was leavin' the smoking area to get to my marketing lecture, this guy walks out of nowhere, se dirige vers moi. at first i didn't think he was comin' to talk to me or anything. but seems like he was, actin' all confident n shit.
so here what was basically said:
- hi!!! my name's peter. could i talk to u for a sec?
-talk to me? about what? (i was already pissed, dunno why)
-hey girl, chill! i just wanna chat with u 4 a while
-excuse me, do i know u?
-my name's peter...
-good 4 u. but do i know u?
-ummm, no... (il commence a balbutier, clearly unconfortable, so i decide to be a nice person, give him the time of the day)
-so peter, what do u wanna tell me?(see, i was extra nice, wasn't i?)
-ummm, actually, am a new student. some of my friends told me i could get the marketing notes with u.(je sais qu'il ment, he is no new student, i saw him last semester. so i was doubly pissed cause the stupid fucker is insultin' my intelligence.)
-who are your friends?
- umm, my friends??? which friends?
- listen pete, or whatever your name is: what is it that u want? am not in the mood 4 bullshit right now so do tell (il devient tout rouge, sautille sur place. je remarque qu'il y a une bande de mec assis a l'ecart qui nous observe. am fuckin' pissed by then 'cause i know exactly what it was all about. i stay very quiet, look at him dead in the eyes and stay silent. le pauvre cheri est mort de gene, il commence a raconter n'importe koi, un monologue qui n'en finit pas)
- ummm, am sorry. these guys there were betting that i wouldn't have the courage to talk to you, they say your name is "the ice queen" and that u r a lesbian and that u are not nice and that u are weird. (am makin' it short here but the boy was talking non stop for at least 5 solid mn, not breathing at all, repeating the same nonsense again and again. when he finished, i kept staring at him, saying nothing. a la fin he walked away very very slowly and went straight to the loo)
after that i just went to my lecture, ignorin' the incident.
and a few minutes ago il s'est approche de moi, il etait tout rouge even before he opened his mouth, j'ai eu de la peine pour lui. he just said he was sorry, que ses amis l'ont oblige, yari yara.
i barely looked at him (ice queen? moi???) and i just said
-young boy, next time don't bite more than u can chew...
et c'est comme ca que les reputations se creent dans une universite.
but really! ice queen??? am not, am i? :-)
franchement, certains garcons se mettent dans des situations... it makes u wonder!
c'est pas tout but i have a "cultural and ethical values" lecture. whatever it means...
too bad universities don't teach common sense to students :-)
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