Post by cuzosu on Feb 21, 2011 11:41:18 GMT 10
Just to share my amusement with everyone. Also, if there's something you want to know about me, ask. I may be paranoid but I'm one of the most open people in my family.
Anyhow, for the first memory (and beware, because there is some swearing; editing the situation much would have made it much less amusing): High school lunchtime, I'd had only flat Mountain Dew for the past day and a half--and trust me, as addicted to Mountain Dew as I still am even now that I've quit almost entirely, that would be hell and, besides that, flat Dew is totally disgusting--and the lowest bill I had in my pocket was a 20. I seriously could find nowhere to break a $20 until lunchtime. I'd ran into one of my friends passing period to third hour, pleaded with her to know if she had a spare dollar, only to discover that she only had a five. Apparently she got change before lunch, because as soon as I finished fourth and the bell rang to let us eat, she dashed up to me (she knew just how bad I got when Dew deprived--I'm not kidding when I say I was jittery, couldn't stop moving, and my hands were rising on their own and trying to strangle people in the halls. People were lucky I had enough control of myself to manage to wrest control back and smack my own hands down....) and dragged me to the nearest soda machine. I was so overeager to finally have Dew that I knocked it out of my own hands getting it from the machine, then yiped and whined--and when I whine, things are bad. Thankfully it wasn't flat, and taking that first sip of carbonated Dew again after a day and a half was like stepping into my own personal heaven (a mountain haven, cool and clear and natural).
This is where things started getting strange. No more than five minutes after getting my Dew, I was sitting at the table with some of my friends. I was keeping my mouth shut and staring at the wall, because I knew that it would take a bit for the full effect of the Dew to sink in, and they were letting me because Julia'd let them all know what was going on. So imagine my surprise when my cousin 'su, who looks so much like me that people who see us next to each other think we're siblings, comes up and asks, "Cousin, do you have a dollar?" (We call each other Cousin partly as a matter of fact, partly because in our family formality is rather insulting, and partly because it's funny to watch the expressions on peoples' faces when they realize we're cousins, not brother and sister.)
"No."
".... Well, do you have a five then?"
"Nope."
His brunette friend Justin butts in. "A ten?"
"No."
"How 'bout a twenty? I'd let my cousin borrow a twenty if they were broke and needed lunch money."
"Why the f*ck would I give him a twenty?" I demanded, astounded. (I know--I'm so kind to my cousin, lol. XD)
"That's bullsh(ee)t, Justin, she knows better," 'su told him flatly.
As they wandered off, I murmured under my breath, "Heh. And to think I still have that $20 in my pocket...." I actually was about to just offer to buy 'su lunch (and subsequently break said $20, lol) before they wandered off. Well, I still wound up buying him lunch the next day, because one of his friends fed him that day and poor 'su was still broke.
I'd continued glaring at the wall, only to hear this conversation behind me around ten or fifteen minutes later.
"Don't do it, dude, she'll kill you!" It was 'su whispering to Justin, and I could tell by the tone of his voice that not only was he using reverse psychology on his friend, but that he REALLY wanted to see me go all beotch on Justin. I smiled to myself as I took a drink of Dew and calmly set it on the table in front of me. This had to be about my soda, because before they'd left, Justin had asked what would happen if he stole it. (And been rebuffed by two of my friends, who'd told him, "Don't do it. She's been deprived all day and only just got this." The other one had said, "Do it and die, man; Foofie's not in a good mood. Flat Dew does that to her. *shrug* But I guess it's your funeral.")
I set the Dew down on the table in front of me, knowing Justin couldn't see my anticipatory smile. And, true to the rather unintelligent friends 'su tends to have, he fell for 'su's reverse psychology and grabbed my Dew.
In the time it took him to get halfway around a cafeteria table, I stood up, turned around, took three steps, and bellowed like a military drill sergeant, "GIMME BACK MY GODD*MN MOUNTAIN DEW!!!"
The whole cafeteria fell silent even as Justin jumped, pale face losing what color it had and turning pasty white, and, trembling, he set my Mountain Dew on the middle of the table between us, then whirled and fled out the door furthest from me.
Later I was informed by my friend Kitty that when she heard me bellow, she turned eagerly, thinking, "Oh, Foofie's PISSED. Who's gonna die!?" At the time, however, I knew nothing, and merely returned to sitting, drinking my soda, and staring at the wall. 'su tried to apologize and I pretty much blew him off, since I knew for a fact that he'd been egging the situation on.
What amused me most was that, around five minutes after the incident, one of the liasons came up to our table and asked if everything was alright. I never once got in trouble, even though there were at least two teachers, both liasons, and the cafeteria staff in the room, and I know for a fact my German teacher knew it was me yelling. XD (But then again, Whalers had unorthodox teaching methods. He didn't mind if we told him we hated him--as long as we said it in German.)
The next Monday I confronted 'su over it in our German class, with the words, "Are all of your friends such pussies, or is it just Justin?"
Anyone who didn't know my family would have been shocked to see 'su double over, snickering to himself, and respond with, "Dude, you almost made Justin piss his pants!"
Anyhow, for the first memory (and beware, because there is some swearing; editing the situation much would have made it much less amusing): High school lunchtime, I'd had only flat Mountain Dew for the past day and a half--and trust me, as addicted to Mountain Dew as I still am even now that I've quit almost entirely, that would be hell and, besides that, flat Dew is totally disgusting--and the lowest bill I had in my pocket was a 20. I seriously could find nowhere to break a $20 until lunchtime. I'd ran into one of my friends passing period to third hour, pleaded with her to know if she had a spare dollar, only to discover that she only had a five. Apparently she got change before lunch, because as soon as I finished fourth and the bell rang to let us eat, she dashed up to me (she knew just how bad I got when Dew deprived--I'm not kidding when I say I was jittery, couldn't stop moving, and my hands were rising on their own and trying to strangle people in the halls. People were lucky I had enough control of myself to manage to wrest control back and smack my own hands down....) and dragged me to the nearest soda machine. I was so overeager to finally have Dew that I knocked it out of my own hands getting it from the machine, then yiped and whined--and when I whine, things are bad. Thankfully it wasn't flat, and taking that first sip of carbonated Dew again after a day and a half was like stepping into my own personal heaven (a mountain haven, cool and clear and natural).
This is where things started getting strange. No more than five minutes after getting my Dew, I was sitting at the table with some of my friends. I was keeping my mouth shut and staring at the wall, because I knew that it would take a bit for the full effect of the Dew to sink in, and they were letting me because Julia'd let them all know what was going on. So imagine my surprise when my cousin 'su, who looks so much like me that people who see us next to each other think we're siblings, comes up and asks, "Cousin, do you have a dollar?" (We call each other Cousin partly as a matter of fact, partly because in our family formality is rather insulting, and partly because it's funny to watch the expressions on peoples' faces when they realize we're cousins, not brother and sister.)
"No."
".... Well, do you have a five then?"
"Nope."
His brunette friend Justin butts in. "A ten?"
"No."
"How 'bout a twenty? I'd let my cousin borrow a twenty if they were broke and needed lunch money."
"Why the f*ck would I give him a twenty?" I demanded, astounded. (I know--I'm so kind to my cousin, lol. XD)
"That's bullsh(ee)t, Justin, she knows better," 'su told him flatly.
As they wandered off, I murmured under my breath, "Heh. And to think I still have that $20 in my pocket...." I actually was about to just offer to buy 'su lunch (and subsequently break said $20, lol) before they wandered off. Well, I still wound up buying him lunch the next day, because one of his friends fed him that day and poor 'su was still broke.
I'd continued glaring at the wall, only to hear this conversation behind me around ten or fifteen minutes later.
"Don't do it, dude, she'll kill you!" It was 'su whispering to Justin, and I could tell by the tone of his voice that not only was he using reverse psychology on his friend, but that he REALLY wanted to see me go all beotch on Justin. I smiled to myself as I took a drink of Dew and calmly set it on the table in front of me. This had to be about my soda, because before they'd left, Justin had asked what would happen if he stole it. (And been rebuffed by two of my friends, who'd told him, "Don't do it. She's been deprived all day and only just got this." The other one had said, "Do it and die, man; Foofie's not in a good mood. Flat Dew does that to her. *shrug* But I guess it's your funeral.")
I set the Dew down on the table in front of me, knowing Justin couldn't see my anticipatory smile. And, true to the rather unintelligent friends 'su tends to have, he fell for 'su's reverse psychology and grabbed my Dew.
In the time it took him to get halfway around a cafeteria table, I stood up, turned around, took three steps, and bellowed like a military drill sergeant, "GIMME BACK MY GODD*MN MOUNTAIN DEW!!!"
The whole cafeteria fell silent even as Justin jumped, pale face losing what color it had and turning pasty white, and, trembling, he set my Mountain Dew on the middle of the table between us, then whirled and fled out the door furthest from me.
Later I was informed by my friend Kitty that when she heard me bellow, she turned eagerly, thinking, "Oh, Foofie's PISSED. Who's gonna die!?" At the time, however, I knew nothing, and merely returned to sitting, drinking my soda, and staring at the wall. 'su tried to apologize and I pretty much blew him off, since I knew for a fact that he'd been egging the situation on.
What amused me most was that, around five minutes after the incident, one of the liasons came up to our table and asked if everything was alright. I never once got in trouble, even though there were at least two teachers, both liasons, and the cafeteria staff in the room, and I know for a fact my German teacher knew it was me yelling. XD (But then again, Whalers had unorthodox teaching methods. He didn't mind if we told him we hated him--as long as we said it in German.)
The next Monday I confronted 'su over it in our German class, with the words, "Are all of your friends such pussies, or is it just Justin?"
Anyone who didn't know my family would have been shocked to see 'su double over, snickering to himself, and respond with, "Dude, you almost made Justin piss his pants!"