Showing posts with label Fruit-roll-up boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fruit-roll-up boy. Show all posts

Monday, November 16, 2009

Fruit-roll-up boy stalking continued

Wow! Fruit Roll-up boy speaks! (and has a little chin beard going on) So- his voice is REALLY deep!  That was unexpected.  I think you just went a notch in my book. well... in my blog.  I'm not sure your voice matches your body... that happens sometimes.
OH! side note/update on my philosophy professor: today his deep purple sweater fit properly and he had a pink oxford sticking out of the collar.  Spiffy! He was looking pretty stylish, if I do say so. His classic dark jeans were not too faded or long
Oh... Fruit Roll-up boy (I think I'll call you FRUB)-- you just spoke again, but sorry this time I'm not that impressed.  Throwing in the awkward curse word during class discussion is not classy.  It just sounds out of place and uncomfortable.  This is Philosophy class! we are talking about deep, serious, meaning of life issues. Dropping the F-bomb is just weird.  There is no reasonable cause for anger, and we aren't on MTV.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Fruit Roll-up Boy follow up:

Dude.
Ewww. cutting your nails with that knife! Really? Are you sure that is what you want to do with your time during this lecture? I'm sitting here hypervenalating about my midterm grade and you are calmly slicing off the edges of your nails as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
gross.
-Girl trying not to stare at you

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Letters to my classmates .3

Dear Fruit-roll-up boy: (Ok- they might be tasty but the 3 you just ate today are making the table all sticky)

You look kind of creative, probably a little nerdy as well... I imagine there is a Trogdor T-shirt in your wardrobe somewhere, and that is just fine and dandy.  The fancy erasers and drawing pencils might be fun to take notes with, but you are leaving eraser dust EVERYWHERE!  It goes to far when your neighbor is finding it in her hair an hour later, while chatting up a cute guy I met after class!
But you know what, I can get over this slight humiliation. What really creeps me out is your KNIFE!  Do you really need to have a knife on the desk during philosophy class? No matter how aggressive he is, I doubt Socrates is going to attack you (today).  I can see the knife holster on your belt and it makes me wonder... What possible scenario have you thought of that would require a safety switchblade at your elbow.  Do you really think  you will need a sharp weapon so suddenly that there wont be time to reach for your belt?  Oooooi you just pulled out a Zippo lighter. That's cool... but you look more like the flavored cigar type than a smokin rebel without a cause. Good luck figuring out who you are.

-Girl wearing a Kevlar vest and hairnet

 P.S. Put your Tevas back on. dork.