So, people thought that
I’m going to kill myself.
I’m not really a bad person.
I eat my lunch.
They actually determined that I’m Hungarian—
I just don’t understand how that’s applicable.
The acidity is there.
I have two tests today.
Right here, it hurts. But, it’s slowly going away.
-10.27.16
You have to sing the song like this:
Instigator! Instigator!
Gesundheit!
Oh my god, not that!
You stretch your toe, too far,
two maybe three—
oh shoot! I was supposed to get off here!
We’re here already.
They’re taking sooooo long to check it out.
-10.25.16
You betch!
Here we are.
Oh. Thank you very much, I am lucky.
Thank you, driver.
Sorry about that, too.
I wonder if the driver has ever had his own father on his bus?
It probably wasn’t that way.
-10.23.16
In Canada, I can predict [sigh] with ninety-nine percent certainty that
there’s another bus behind us.
Do ya got a light?
Your body language is starting to tell me that you aren’t interested.
I just find it fun to do my hair.
When’s the last bus?
Should I be dramatic about it, kind of?
There’s another bus.
Roast? Yea, that sounds like a Sunday kind of dinner.
-10.23.16
I called him and said,
When she forgets everything, that would put you in question.
It makes you feel nice,
so modern.
Excuse the lyrics,
I’m not just this little white girl.
I didn’t get off.
-10.19.16
You know the random clown pranks?
Sweet! So sweet!
It’s always three,
I love it.
Just another day in the Chapman Learning Commons.
-10.19.16
I’m never wrong.
I’m not perfect—I know nobody is.
I’m going to be a big banana.
-10.18.16
