Meanne

I am blobbing on Microsoft Word right now because I want to blob. But I cannot post it until later on today because I am at my apartment where internet (rarely) comes and (always) goes whenever it pleases.

No more talking about my obsession with blobbling. If you catch me obsessing about it, then I'll buy you food. (But real quick, it's almost 2am and I have to wake up in three hours -___-)


Beverly got me a 4x4 rubik's cube for my birthday! YAY! But my roommate has been hogging it (jk - those are her initials). For the past couple of days, Jeanne has been on that cube like Gilly on crack (Gilly~.........Uh huh?). She was on the last layer but did not know what to do next.

Jeanne - Can you try to solve it?
Me - Ok. (I don't know how, btw)

I started mixing it up for fun and Jeanne's Oh-Mah-Gah-No-You-Diint face was emerging. I was getting scared and tried to fix it. I was moving the sides of the cube this way and that way and I eventually put it back to where she had it last.

Jeanne - OMG how did you do that?
Me - Eh.
Jeanne - No, seriously.
Me - Yeah, you know.
(7 seconds later...)
Me - It was an accident!!
Jeanne - What?
Me - I was afraid you were going to get mad at me so I prayed to God. I said "Please, LORD, help me put it back" and I did it!!



You might be thinking, "My good friend Rachel, why were you scared?"

Oh boy...

One time at Red Robin, Jeanne was tracing the ridges of her to-go box with a pen and I mest hur up, yes I did, an' I laft at hur face. "HA HA HA" I shouted mischievously. Jeanne was not please, not please at all. One otha time, Jeanne was piercing lit'l holes in a dif'rent to-go box with a fork in hur hand and I SMASHED thee fork thru the box. "HA HA HA" I sang once mo'. (Okay, back to normal English. Aahahahha, that was fun to type...anyway) We got into a little quarrel a couple weeks after and the to-go box incidents were brought up. (Sorry Jeanne. I really didn't think it mattered, but now I know it does. That is why I was so scared when I messed up the rubik's cube).

Another time, Jeanne and a couple of her friends went to McDonalds, where she bought an ice cream cone. She was licking the ice cream in an orderly fashion.

Steve - Hey, Jeanne, can I have some?
Jeanne - Sure!

She pointed the cone towards his face, and he grabbed the ice cream cone with her hand still wrapped around it and bit into the actual cone, the cone that she was saving. Uh oh. Jeanne got so upset at him, everyone around her was looking at her as if she were a crazy person. All because of an ice cream cone. Never mess with Jeanne when it comes to food (and rubik's cubes).



She gon' keel you.

(I'm uploading this at the Detachment at SDSU right now. Internet fiend, I am.)