Lunch - Thursday 7/12

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Try tu stey oooot ooff zee soon tudey. Yuoo du nut vunt tu boorst intu flemes. It heppens.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Peezza

-Muzzerella Steecks

-Seled

-Cuukeees

Comments

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky
It had the one long horn, one big eye
I commenced to shakin' and I said "ooh-eee"
It looks like a purple eater to me...

It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater
(One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater)
A one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater
Sure looks strange to me (One eye?)"

Annette just stared. She was doing a lot of that today so far.

[by137.livejournal.com]

From where he was sitting, A.J. grinned at the rather stunned looking Annette.

"Hey! Annette!" If that didn't break her out of whatever stupor flying purple people eaters apparently put her in, he was going to throw a muzzerella steeck at her.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Her eyes cut over to A.J. and she had to force her mouth closed. She gave him a small hand wave and hoped that the singing music people hushed for awhile. "Hi," she whispered, just cause.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Hi," A.J. sort of stage whispered back. "Why are we whispering? This cafeteria does not have good acoustics for whispering."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Because if they hear us be too loud, they might start playing again," she said with a nod.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure," A.J. whispered, leaning forward, and he opened his mouth to continue, but a new song started playing instead.

"Come back and look for me
Look for me when I am lost
And just a whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper

Just a whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper."

Snorting, A.J. lowered his head with a laugh. "Yeah, Annette," he said, normal volume now, "I don't think it matters. It'll happen anyway."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette stared. "This is...this is just like...freaky."

She's all right, she's all right
That girl's all right with me, yeah
She's a super freak, super freak
She's super-freaky, yow.

"So, A.J. what's been up lately?" She was trying for normal here.

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. turned a little pink from the effort of not laughing at what started playing; he failed entirely when it came to trying to keep back a look toward Annette wondering how accurate the selection was.

"Not much," he chuckled a little. "Workshops, work, waking up to freakin' Rex Manning. I blame you."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Rex Manning? Omigod no way!" And that was enough to have her busting out laughing. "Not...my...fault!"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Totally your fault," A.J. insisted with false loftiness. "If it's not your fault, well, then, clearly, I'm just too sexy for..."

And, as if on cue, the music began...

Too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy it hu-urts.

A.J. sighed, nodded his head, and lifted a hand in a slight shrug. "See?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette giggled and said, "Somehow I am thinking you might just have too much time on your hands, A.J."

And then...

Too much time on my hands, it's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands, it's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands and it's ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands.

"Dear Lord."

[by137.livejournal.com]

A.J. laughed. "Okay, that one? So your fault."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She ducked her head and giggled quietly, "It's so true."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"For shame," A.J. shook his head.

"Hey, Annette. You're a chick, right?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette raised her brows, "Last time I checked."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"That's what I thought," A.J. nodded. "You want to give me some advice on something, then?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head, "I will try." And she was very glad that he had thought her a chick.

[by137.livejournal.com]

"The hair," A.J. said, tilting his head forward a bit so it fell over his eyes, and he ran his hand through it, giving it a little shake. "You, as a chick, dig it, right?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was so cute. He was just so dang cute!

"Um, yeah, A.J., I dig it, as a chick. Seriously. And if I was your girl, I would want to run my fingers through it all the time."

[by137.livejournal.com]

"HA!" A.J. said triumphantly, straightening and tucking the hair behind his ears. "I knew it. Thank you, Annette. I'm glad you see it my way."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"You're not going to explain to me what this was about even?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"The guy teaching the How to be Awesome class told me I needed to cut my hair," A.J. explained. "I was all, 'no way, dude, chicks dig it.' He didn't believe me. So now I have proof. From a real, live chick."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I don't think your teacher would believe you if you just told him that though. Probably you'll have to bring him proof which, really, just isn't possible and why the crap does he care what the heck your hair looks like?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"Because it's apparently preventing me from being awesome," A.J. said as if, whatever, it was the hair that made him awesome.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Hm, I think your hair is awesome."

Annette took a bite of her muzzerella steeck.

"I think I'm going to go streaking. Wanna come?" Yeah, outta the blue.