So, today was pretty interesting. My mom and I got into a big conversation about why I have almost no life whatsoever, and she offered some of the STUPIDEST suggestions ever. They started out not-so-stupid, but then they just became... Well, you'll see.
Mom: I think you should call your rival!
Me: Um.. Maybe, but when I get home, I have to study geometry.
Mom: You said she had like a 99 in that class. Make her come help you!
Me: She "helped" me before all those tests I bombed... She's not very good at explaining.
Mom: I really think you should go somewhere with French Class Girl!
Me: WHAT?! Are you even serious? Wow... You do know she wants to have sex with you, right?
Mom: Oh, I doubt that!
Me: Um, she tells me all the time how pretty and awesome my mom is. All. The. Time. Multiple times a day. "Super Duck, your mom is soooooo AMAZING and pretty and... HEY EVERYONE, GUESS WHAT? Super Duck's mom is AWESOME!"
Mom: But she also called you awesome and cute once.
Me: Yeah, but she's like, OBSESSED with you.
I really, really hope that isn't my mom's way of saying we should get together. Gag me. I am not and never will be that desperate.
I would be terrified to go anywhere with French Class Girl. Not only is she weird, but she is also the worst driver on the planet. She's 17, so she has only been driving on her own for a year, and she has already wrecked two cars. How much do you have to suck to do that? My rival said that she was behind French Class Girl once, and she literally drove in the middle of the road. What the hell!?
Speaking of French Class Girl, today my mom and I went to a Mexican restaurant, and there was this unfortunate girl there that looked JUST like her from a distance. I was going to run up behind her and scream, "HELLO, MY FAVORITE SELF-LOATHING HOMO! I BROUGHT MY MOM!" because I felt like being an ass, and, you know, I thought it was French Class Girl and all. I was about halfway to her once I realized she was, in fact, NOT French Class Girl. At least I didn't scream first... That would've been BAD! Haha! Oh, my god!
Haha, right now I am talking to my arch nemesis. I am really, really fighting the urge to ask her why she humps her friends' legs since I'm not supposed to know about that. It's soooo tempting to ask! :(