here's the story i wrote during Y period. because Y stands for yawn. since it's an hour and twenty minutes of do-whatever-you-bloody-feel-like-doing-'cept-the-following-story-apparently:
It was one o'clock on a Thursday school day. i was sitting with my friends, annie, antoinette, caroline, and courtney. caroline was lying on the floor with me, both of us dipping our fingers into the jar of peanut butter caroline brought, both of us forgetting the no-food-in-the-academic-research-centre-policy, both of us working on the webassign due at 5 pm central time. suddenly, there was a slight knock* on the door as Mrs. Seaman**-- one of the librarians-- walked in. the familiar smirk on her cheap pink lipsticked face made me want to repeatedly kick her in the shins until she fell to the floor and we could jump over her body waving a flag of victory, emphatically high fiving and jumping around, peanut butter smeared all over our face and hands. "excuse me girls, but i believe you know that there is a no food policy here. i don't know who the perpetrators in this act were, but whoever took part in it, you and the food can leave this premicise." i stared wide mouthed at antoinette and caroline as i began packing up when i was interrupted by her shaky i-verbally-beat-up-kids-for-fun voice wandered through the air as she started talking to no one in particular, " i remember... this reminds me of a song (small laugh with mouth hidden behind hand) when i was a child (another laugh) about a, about a man who committed a crime. and the song was about the crumbs being clues to find him, and the village people (another great laugh) found the perpetrator lying in the gutter with rum (laughs) rum soaked all over his body. so just remember that story. gosh, i forgot all about that..." she stated, her voice slowly wandering away along with it's source. the whole time she told that story, we all surpressed laughter. i couldn't contain it though, and ended up laughing the whole time, wide eyed and wondering where in the world this was coming from. as caroline and i left the ARC, peanut butter in hand, all i could think about was wanting to break the rules again, so maybe another crazy lady can tell another crazy story about a crazy man soaked in rum and crumbs.
and that's what you get when you mix julia with fifteen minutes of free time. a worthless story, but it was hillarious. oh yes, the stars.
*- actually, she didn't lightly knock. she more like slammed the door open and freaked EVERYBODY out.
**- yes, it is pronounced how it is spelled. SEA-men. that is such an unfortunate name.
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She creeps me out so bad. I think she's a zombie or something.
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