Yummy!

Hee.

All in all, it was that kind of morning that I'm going to be giggling about for ages.

First, when I put my hand on Darkside's shoulder as if to nerve-pinch him, he leaned over and bit my wrist gently. He did this two more times at various points throughout the morning.

After we'd both gone to our first classes, we wound up sitting together out in the courtyard while he was converting spells from one version of Diablo into another one. I was leaning on his chair to watch. Since the courtyard chairs have no backs, I was leaning on the seat of the chair (they're these blocklike teal blue things), and, inevitably, he moved his behind and sat on my hand. He requested that I move it.

He did not smack me down when I deliberately groped his behind after pulling my hand out from under him.

Much giggleage caused, later, to Neighbor and Dawn and evealone.

After I came back from giggling, I accompanied Darkside up to the library to copy some character sheets from his game book. Walking back, we played at martial arts in the hallway, my initial strike at his side and his retaliation replayed, growing into a more complex interaction each time. Finally, in wrapping legs around each other, I fell smack on my seat, then flat on my back. Darkside helped me up, and commented that this was a change from my usual stability: usually, he's unable to knock me over.

A good morning, friendship-wise.

Quizzy: got it right!

What magazine am I? I am Book: There is nothing better then the written word. Nothing engrosses me more then a masterpiece on paper. If you want to watch COPS you can always dig my TV out of the dumpster. What magazine am I?

Holy fuuuck...

I groped his ass. Groped his ass.

Why didn't he yowl and grouch at me? Isn't that what a guy is supposed to do if a girl he's not interested in makes a move like that? "No thank you; please don't"?

He just treated it like a normal part of our everyday clowning around, though.

I have a new favorite article.

http://www.guerrillanews.com/media/doc679.html

Smartazz strikes again!

Talking, in Science class, about the species variety on islands. Mainland has most; islands closest to mainland have many; islands farthest away from mainland have fewest. Islands at the same distance from mainland have fewer species on the smaller island.

"So, size does matter after all?" said the peanut gallery, in the form of me.

AJ had been expecting this to be said, in one fashion or another, by someone in the room, and cracked up. AJ has a very loud voice, the sort that projects. (He's ex-military, and it shows.) Bird hadn't been expecting this, and it caught him by surprise. He cracked up.

Order was restored to class, but not for a few minutes.

Someone in this town is trying to burn the foreheads down.

Today in Speech class I was the Watchword.

The Watchword picks out a word, informs the class in general what it is, the part of speech it is, and what it means, as well as using it in an example sentence. The people speaking that day are then supposed to work that word into their speeches somehow.

I couldn't think up a word, so this morning, I polled Darkside. "Hey, give me a word", I said.

"Prosthetic", he supplied.

"Thank you for doing my homework for me!" I carolled, and told him what it was for. He laughed.

I wrote the word on the board at the beginning of class, borrowing a marker from Professor Bird, who had just had class in that room the previous hour, and was departing. AJ and the guys watched me writing it on the board, and began speculation as to what the word was going to be as it was going up. The "prost" part of the word had them really wondering. "That's what you get when you have someone else do your homework for you", I shrugged. "Blame Darkside."

I shared this with Darkside, who was simultaneously amused and disgusted. He's really a very clean-minded young man, left to his own devices, except for the Big Box O' Hentai behind his other anime collection. (His mom evidently doesn't know about it. His dad borrows from it.)

My example sentence, of course, was, "Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads for their real heads."