of yoga, cell phones, and the plastics

i'm here again at my computer, scrunched up in one of those weird yoga-esque positions i was telling henry about, typing around my legs, which are up nearer to my nose than to the ground. i have short arms, so this is actually more of an exercise to get my arms to grow by making them stretch like freaking far to do ordinary tasks, like typing. maybe i should try it for eating. the mentality worked for the japanese...using chopsticks makes eating necessitate more effort. do you see many fat japanese? because eating is freaking hard, man. so help me out. next time you see me and i have my arm hanging by my side, give it a good yank. preferably the left one, since the left end of the piano usually requires more note stretches.

haha the typical SIS exchange occurred today:
melissa's phone: *vibrates loudly*
me: (to henry) "whoa."
henry: "i thought that was me."
me: "you can vibrate??"
henry: "no, cuz i moved on the couch, so it made a noise."
me: "oh."

haha one more...
(in chemistry this morning)
me: "...and it was so totally gay!!"
melissa: (disapprovingly) "gay?"
me: "ugh...it was retarded..."
melissa: (suspiciously) "so gay and retarded go in the same category?"
me: "hmph!"
...later that day...
me: (painfully) "can you help me????"
melissa: "me? help you? you want ME to help you?"
me: "um...YEAH! i got stupid, remember?"
melissa: "(laughs...and laughs...and laughs some more at the incredible irony of the situation) haha okay..."

melissa = possibly the most politically correct person i know

hehe speaking of political correctness...i found a good term for alcoholics:
"anti-sobriety activists"

so we're sitting in spanish today (before ms mili started freaking out and commanding us to speak in spanish, but probably after the interesting delve into the exact ethics and meaning behind asking someone to salir contigo). henry is facing melissa and i, who are scrunched together, sharing a book, mainly because i'm too darn lazy to get up and get my own. melissa is lamenting over being dumped and i said something "funny", apparently, since henry and melissa both started laughing. admittedly, not as hard as when melissa started imitating how i would act if i were a spy (*hides behind the corner of the wall and giggles...LOUDLY...while slightly screech-gasping*), but still pretty hard. so, in my usual fashion, i say something to the extent of "that SO did not sound that mean in my head!", apologizing for saying something mean, since that's pretty much all i do. the surprise? henry and melissa both look at me, puzzled.
me: "was that mean?"
henry: "no...not really."
me: "whoa! really? and it was funny?"
henry: "yeah...you can be funny without being mean."
me: "wow! seriously?!"
henry: "well, you don't do it often, but it is possible."

and my happy-o-meter crashes and burns.

haha :D

i'll try to make an effort to live up to henry's hypothesis...but i have to admit, i might miss having to slap my hand over my mouth whenever anything particularly offensive slips out.

mel and henry, i'm thinking we need a movie marathon. i've got some catching up to do ;)