More Piratey Adventures
1. While I was sitting next to EXTRA-Creepy-Guy in my Sociology class (You remember. The one with the pirate?) I was catching up on some reading for my next class. The text I'd been assigned was the memoirs of a Spanish Conquistador recalling his adventures in the Yucatan.
I was dutifully reading when suddenly EXTRA-Creepy-Guy turns around to me (For about the 5th time this class period. He's got this thing about turning in his seat and staring at me for minutes at a time. Up until now I've opted to just ignore him.) and says in a conversational tone while the entire class is completely silent, "You into torture?"
At this point every single student in the class turned and stared at us. My mouth was hanging open, which I'm sure only furthered my expression of complete horror as my eyes neraly popped out of my head.
"What," I gasped.
"You into torture? You're reading about it aren't you?"
I looked numbly down at the text in my lap. "Not really."
"Well that's what the Conquistadors did. Torture."
"Okay."
"So you into it?"
"No."
"Okay." And then he turned back around and resumed listening to the lecture.
The class had been collectively watching the entire episode play out and were now blinking at me as if waiting for some sort of encore. I had none to give. I blinked back. And eventually the class got back to that thing we were supposed to be doing in the first place...that learning thing or whatever.
2. A little after the Creepy-Guy episode, my pirate was lecturing on something about how we all have split personalities and become different people in different settings. He said, "We act different, speak different, dress different. I mean," he smiled that sexy roguish smile, "I don't dress like this on the weekends."
I distinctly remember being dissapointed. "What?!" My mind screamed, "You don't always dress like a pirate!" It was such a let down.
3. I'm not obsessing, I promise, but while I was wandering the mall between classes and relaying my Sociology adventures to Chris over the phone, I stumbled across a t-shirt that had a female pirate one it.
It said, "Aye, ye can have me booty..." I laughed outloud and immediately bought the shirt and walked out. It was only after I looked at it a little more closely that I realized there was more to the tshirt slogan. The unabridged version is this: "Aye, ye can have me booty....but don't be touchin' me cheese."
I have no idea what it means. And honestly, I don't care. It's got a hot chick pirate with the word booty on it. I'm wearing it to class on Tuesday.
I was dutifully reading when suddenly EXTRA-Creepy-Guy turns around to me (For about the 5th time this class period. He's got this thing about turning in his seat and staring at me for minutes at a time. Up until now I've opted to just ignore him.) and says in a conversational tone while the entire class is completely silent, "You into torture?"
At this point every single student in the class turned and stared at us. My mouth was hanging open, which I'm sure only furthered my expression of complete horror as my eyes neraly popped out of my head.
"What," I gasped.
"You into torture? You're reading about it aren't you?"
I looked numbly down at the text in my lap. "Not really."
"Well that's what the Conquistadors did. Torture."
"Okay."
"So you into it?"
"No."
"Okay." And then he turned back around and resumed listening to the lecture.
The class had been collectively watching the entire episode play out and were now blinking at me as if waiting for some sort of encore. I had none to give. I blinked back. And eventually the class got back to that thing we were supposed to be doing in the first place...that learning thing or whatever.
2. A little after the Creepy-Guy episode, my pirate was lecturing on something about how we all have split personalities and become different people in different settings. He said, "We act different, speak different, dress different. I mean," he smiled that sexy roguish smile, "I don't dress like this on the weekends."
I distinctly remember being dissapointed. "What?!" My mind screamed, "You don't always dress like a pirate!" It was such a let down.
3. I'm not obsessing, I promise, but while I was wandering the mall between classes and relaying my Sociology adventures to Chris over the phone, I stumbled across a t-shirt that had a female pirate one it.
It said, "Aye, ye can have me booty..." I laughed outloud and immediately bought the shirt and walked out. It was only after I looked at it a little more closely that I realized there was more to the tshirt slogan. The unabridged version is this: "Aye, ye can have me booty....but don't be touchin' me cheese."
I have no idea what it means. And honestly, I don't care. It's got a hot chick pirate with the word booty on it. I'm wearing it to class on Tuesday.
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