You know when you have so much to say that you just don't have a place to start? Yah, me too. So instead of taking the extra time searching my mind to come up with some cleverly witty introduction to the madness, I am just going to jump right in. Prepare yourselves for quite a few RANDOM blog posts.
The One with the Spanish Gift Giver..
Remember my creepy Spanish friend
Ben and Jerry? Oh goodness, I could have a whole blog [not just a post, mind you. A. Whole. Blog.] dedicated to him. You know those people who just love to hear themselves talk? Ben and Jerry. You know those people who make themselves feel more intelligent by using big words even when they make absolutely no sense? Ben and Jerry. Every time he opened his mouth, I mentally pictured a
Friends episode I have seen a million times. I even caught myself giggling right out loud a few times at the image. Don't know what I am talking about? Not to worry, I have linked a
lovely clip for your viewing pleasure.
Ah, "Baby Kangaroo Tribbiani". Gets me every time. Anyways, throughout the semester Ben and Jerry became one of those students where every time he raised his hand, the whole class groaned. I groaned. The boy sitting next to me groaned. Gosh, even the professor groaned. Needless to say, I tried to keep my distance. His mohawk [dyed yellow, but still showcasing his grey hair], his cut-off shirt that no longer attached at the bottom so it was worn like an awkward bib, his chewing tobacco noticeably placed in his bottom lip DURING class, and his extremely creepy winks helped in my "keeping of distance" solution.
So I missed a few classes in a row once. Like two weeks. No big deal. Anyways, the day I came back, Ben and Jerry moved from his normal desk and sat right behind me. I tried to ignore the move like any good "gosh, this guy creeps me out" girl would do but, alas, he tapped me on the shoulder. I very hesitantly turned around. Mind you, I don't remember the exact words he used, but believe me, it made absolutely no sense. Sorta like this, "Katie, your absenteeism in Spanish tutorial has not gone undetected. I solitarily have missed your facade within the architectural confines of this here learning facility. As a perfunctory symbol of my feelings regarding your nonappearance, please consent to the reception of this efflorescence."[Ha, you better believe I used a "Thee-saurus" for that bad boy]. And then he pulled a little flower out of his backpack.
At this point, I am sure I was about as red as the flower. It didn't help that Mr. Ben and Jerry was talking so loud that the WHOLE class had turned to watch the conversation. Even the professor. I almost died. I almost died again when one of the guys sitting next to me leaned to Ben and Jerry and said, "Dude, how can you not notice the big ring on her finger?"
Needless to say, the entire Spanish class had a good laugh at my expense.
