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.
You have to sing the song like this:
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.
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.
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.
I called him and said,
When she forgets everything, that would put you in question.
It makes you feel nice,
Excuse the lyrics,
I’m not just this little white girl.
I didn’t get off.
You know the random clown pranks?
Sweet! So sweet!
It’s always three,
I love it.
Just another day in the Chapman Learning Commons.
I’m never wrong.
I’m not perfect—I know nobody is.
I’m going to be a big banana.