i nearly died.
but instead complimented him on his literature choice. he asked if i'd ever read it. "more than once." i said. he smiled, again. "me too." & then he asked me who my favorite character was. "helen burns, naturally." & we proceeded to talk about jane eyre. & then he complimented me on my mismatched socks & moccasins. & then he said he had to go to class. & i said i did too. we both stood. he said "goodbye reader." i smiled. "see you later dude." & we went our ways. i went to the public restroom & he went out the door.
after i'd done my business, i went to history.
& guess who was there, in the back row.
you got it. gothic novel boy.
cool.
moral of the story.
boys who read gothic novels are even sexier than boys who simply read.
&.
if you go to college (or even if you don't.) print this up. and take it to school. it's funny.
real funny.
print up multiple copies & share with your friends. and professors. they'll like it.

2 comments:
i rather enjoyed that story.
and the fact that you're in a relationship with books. basically
i agree with ^
this was enjoyable.
as if everything else you post.
oh.
and p.s.
i'm going to use that bingo chart.
because bingo is for old ladies,
(aka me, being 15 and all)
and because i could win in 5 seconds.
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