KujiInRetsu
09-10-2005, 01:43 AM
Originally, this was posted on my Xanga, which I've only started to use recently after a year of inactivity.
School's been around for four days now. My classes are much, much better than I thought they would be. For instance, my Senior Seminar classes are crammed into one day, meaning I get three hours of deliberation and McLaughlin Group-style enlightenment. Wonderful there. My Japanese class has been moved to Gold days, alongside Computer Graphics (which I, in retrospect, should've taken a lot earlier) and AP Chem.
Ooh. Let me elaborate on AP Chem. First, a bit of history.
Sophomore year was when it all started-- an affliction of love for two things, one, Chemistry, since stuff tends to blow up and weird smells are produced, leaving people to prospectively lose their lunches if they forget the wafting technique. Doing that just stirs something in the destructive side of my soul that I just can't get from doing stupider shit that everyone else seems to get off on. Number two, a new girl in school, a freshman girl. Asian. Black hair down to her shoulders. Bubble butt. You'd likely agree with me if you saw her too that she's really, really cute. I couldn't tell you how much-- words just don't do justice in this case, and I don't think words would ever do her justice. She's just so damn cute. It's some refreshing hybrid of cute, 20% huggable cuteness from the requisite shortness and rounded figure, and 80% drool until you're shrivelled like a raisin cuteness from her face and... well... her rounded figure. For the record, NO, SHE IS NOT FAT. I would estimate she's 5' 5", 125 lbs. Well, now she is. Back when I first saw her... maybe an inch or two shorter, a couple pounds lighter, but as she is now... 100% drool-all-over-her-shoulder-while-you-hug-her-brains-out cuteness. I'd oughta be careful, otherwise, I might end up quite literally hugging her brains out if I don't watch my strength.
AS SUCH: You know. You'd walk around the halls, you'd see her, sometimes I wonder why no one else notices her, because you'd think she'd be cute enough to steal the breath from a roomful of people, so a hallway really shouldn't be much different, right? Well, me, being the bashful, cowardly lil' bastard I am who somehow also still maintains the audacity to practically leer at girls I like according to my friends (I don't know how this works out. It's fucking weird) can't work up the nerve to speak to her at all. This goes on for around... eh... two years, now?
So back to AP Chem, I'm walking to my first class, and who else should I see but the same girl walking in the same direction as my class. I think, "Shit, I'd better go around a different way," and so I hoist up my backpack and trudge off in a different direction, taking the long route to the AP Chemistry room. I get there, and who's standing in front but her, and a gaggle of other students. So I stand there for a while, thinking she's just there to talk to her friends and that she'll leave when the teacher arrives to open the door. A few minutes pass, the teacher arrives to open the door. I still hear nothing along the lines of a departing remark, and so I wait a little longer, the door is opened, people file in, still no departing remark, I trudge in myself, and STILL no departing remark. I sit, I stare at the front of the room. The teacher moves to the back of the room eventually, and my head moves with him to the back of the room.
She's there.
Oh my fucking god, I've been installed into an AP Chemistry classroom with her. Say goodbye to my attention span, already limited to that of something slightly larger than a dog tick. I say that however, in recognition that my attention span is indeed superior to that of a flea's. But no, it doesn't end there. Day two, AP Chem, and we get seated according to last name. True to our AP nature, it takes at least 30 minutes to sort ourselves. Now, supposing the theme of this story, where would you suppose I was assigned to?
If you guessed "right next to the Asian girl with the bubble butt that is 100% drooling-on-her-shoulder-all-the-while-hugging-her-brains-out cuteness", then you're right. I was.
This year will see a drastic drop in my performance in the Sciences, I guarantee this.
School's been around for four days now. My classes are much, much better than I thought they would be. For instance, my Senior Seminar classes are crammed into one day, meaning I get three hours of deliberation and McLaughlin Group-style enlightenment. Wonderful there. My Japanese class has been moved to Gold days, alongside Computer Graphics (which I, in retrospect, should've taken a lot earlier) and AP Chem.
Ooh. Let me elaborate on AP Chem. First, a bit of history.
Sophomore year was when it all started-- an affliction of love for two things, one, Chemistry, since stuff tends to blow up and weird smells are produced, leaving people to prospectively lose their lunches if they forget the wafting technique. Doing that just stirs something in the destructive side of my soul that I just can't get from doing stupider shit that everyone else seems to get off on. Number two, a new girl in school, a freshman girl. Asian. Black hair down to her shoulders. Bubble butt. You'd likely agree with me if you saw her too that she's really, really cute. I couldn't tell you how much-- words just don't do justice in this case, and I don't think words would ever do her justice. She's just so damn cute. It's some refreshing hybrid of cute, 20% huggable cuteness from the requisite shortness and rounded figure, and 80% drool until you're shrivelled like a raisin cuteness from her face and... well... her rounded figure. For the record, NO, SHE IS NOT FAT. I would estimate she's 5' 5", 125 lbs. Well, now she is. Back when I first saw her... maybe an inch or two shorter, a couple pounds lighter, but as she is now... 100% drool-all-over-her-shoulder-while-you-hug-her-brains-out cuteness. I'd oughta be careful, otherwise, I might end up quite literally hugging her brains out if I don't watch my strength.
AS SUCH: You know. You'd walk around the halls, you'd see her, sometimes I wonder why no one else notices her, because you'd think she'd be cute enough to steal the breath from a roomful of people, so a hallway really shouldn't be much different, right? Well, me, being the bashful, cowardly lil' bastard I am who somehow also still maintains the audacity to practically leer at girls I like according to my friends (I don't know how this works out. It's fucking weird) can't work up the nerve to speak to her at all. This goes on for around... eh... two years, now?
So back to AP Chem, I'm walking to my first class, and who else should I see but the same girl walking in the same direction as my class. I think, "Shit, I'd better go around a different way," and so I hoist up my backpack and trudge off in a different direction, taking the long route to the AP Chemistry room. I get there, and who's standing in front but her, and a gaggle of other students. So I stand there for a while, thinking she's just there to talk to her friends and that she'll leave when the teacher arrives to open the door. A few minutes pass, the teacher arrives to open the door. I still hear nothing along the lines of a departing remark, and so I wait a little longer, the door is opened, people file in, still no departing remark, I trudge in myself, and STILL no departing remark. I sit, I stare at the front of the room. The teacher moves to the back of the room eventually, and my head moves with him to the back of the room.
She's there.
Oh my fucking god, I've been installed into an AP Chemistry classroom with her. Say goodbye to my attention span, already limited to that of something slightly larger than a dog tick. I say that however, in recognition that my attention span is indeed superior to that of a flea's. But no, it doesn't end there. Day two, AP Chem, and we get seated according to last name. True to our AP nature, it takes at least 30 minutes to sort ourselves. Now, supposing the theme of this story, where would you suppose I was assigned to?
If you guessed "right next to the Asian girl with the bubble butt that is 100% drooling-on-her-shoulder-all-the-while-hugging-her-brains-out cuteness", then you're right. I was.
This year will see a drastic drop in my performance in the Sciences, I guarantee this.