French Class Girl does this interesting thing with her voice. She seems to occasionally switch between a southern accent and a normal one, sometimes within the same sentence. I've known her for a year, but I just noticed that today. She says this phenomenon makes people who are ultra-redneck, for lack of a better term, call her... a Yankee. Gasp! Where have we heard that before? I was practically nicknamed "Yankee Bitch" or at least some variation of the phrase in ninth grade.
Some guys were checking her out today. Yes, FCG. Ewww, gag me! One of my friends saw them. It was a whole group of maybe juniors and seniors. They were standing in the hall, staring at her ass. Why? Just... WHY? Some called her hot! Oh, my god, really? I guess if you just saw her from the back, you could possibly be fooled into thinking that. Maybe. I will never forget my grandmother's expression when I told her this. (She knows about FCG and has seen her before.) My friend said he wanted to throw up on them.
Today, FCG asked me a stupid question. The following conversation ensued:
FCG: Super Duck, who's your boyfriend?
Really, FCG? REALLY?
Me: I thought we established that I don't have one of those.
Me: I don't want one. I thought this was also established.
Me: Hehe, why don't YOU have one, FCG?
FCG: Uhhhh... I don't date?
Then, in computer class, I had a google war with my rival/douchebaggy friend who was marginally better today. We'd type in stuff on google and see whose list of suggestions thing had the best stuff. It was great.