Now, I could tell you that my life has been exceptionally un-stupid lately,
but I'm sure you all would end up laughing at me and say, "Sarah, you have to
get up every morning and look at yourself in the mirror. It doesn't get any
stupider than that!" And, you know what I am responding to you? Guess what,
at least I don't have to get up and look in the mirror and see YOU over my
shoulder.
Wait, I think this dose just turned from "stupid" to "mean". I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to hurt any of your feelings. It was just a stupid insult meant
in a joking way.
Oh, so, anyway, there've been a lot of stupid things going on, but none of
which are of great magnitude on the stupidity scale.
See, I bet you didn't even know there was a stupidity scale. Well, to tell
you the truth, I didn't know there was either, until I typed it thirty
seconds ago...
So, anyway, the tale that I am going to grace you with today isn't really
stupid, it's just kind of funny. Which is really the embodiment of
stupidity. Actually, I don't think it's all that funny, either. It's just a
random story that was funny if you were there, and you guys will probably
just shake your heads and say, "That was so NOT funny, it was downright
stupid." Which is what I'm going for.
So, I'm going to quit rambling aimlessly and . . . well, ramble with more of
a purpose:
What is one of the greatest things invented? I'll give you a hint: it
involves getting up on stage, holding a microphone and making a fool out of
your tone-deaf self in front of a bunch of people you see every day while
walking to class. And it rhymes with "marry-okey". Yup, you guessed it:
nude modeling.
No, you dork (or Cheerio, Fruit Loop, Rice Krispy, take your pick), I'm
talking about karaoke. Well, they had another karaoke thing here on Thursday
night. And, of course, we had to make an appearance.
Now, let me tell you a little about what happened LAST time we went to
Brandy's to sing. See, there was this really hot guy (PRV) and "This
Person", whose name I promised not to mention in this dose, had to walk
behind him on her way back to our table, just so she could check him out. He
was really good looking.
Well, guess what? This PRV was there again on Thursday, and he ended up
sitting right behind "This Person". We all were laughing hysterically, and
being rather middle-schoolish and flinging little balls of paper at each
other. Well, I "accidentally" threw a ball back at "This Person", and the
ball flew about two inches in front of the PRV's nose. Oops.
Now, I did what any normal person would do in a situation like that. I
turned my head away, put my hand up, and attempted to pretend it wasn't me.
It didn't work. The PRV turned around and laughed at us.
I guess it was funnier if you were there. We laughed, anyway...
Well, so that story wasn't very stupid. It wasn't even entertaining unless
you knew what I was talking about. But, that's ok. It was the stupidest
thing I could think of to tell you, short of "Steal a pink rake" or "You
smell like Gatorade".
Hey, I don't make up the stories, I just . . . Ok, well I do make them up,
but that doesn't mean they have to have a point.
-Sarah