Every year, I’m seated next to this one particular asexual lump of a creature in at least one of my classes. The kid’s a total boob. He’s physically slow and has the mind of a demented seventh grader, and I’ve made it quite clear to him that my insides barf a little when I’m in his presence. Still, he’s somehow under the impression that we’re friends. Four years of snide remarks and disgusted looks, and he thinks we’re friends. What a nut.
This year, he sits in front of me in Calculus. I swear, I’m going to have to bang him on the head with my 1500-page AP Biology book to get him to take my papers and pass them up. Today, we had two separate assignments to pass up, and he made me wait there with my arms outstretched for at least a minute both times. Right before I was about crack some kneecaps the second time around, my teacher piped in. “Is everything okay, Gabi?” she asked. I didn’t even realize that my internal fuming was visible from the outside. How embarrassing.
Really, that doesn’t come to much of a surprise to me. I’ve realized in recent years that I’m a very expressive person. I’m that creepy chick who makes faces to go along with the thoughts running through her head. Sometimes I catch myself moving my hands along to a simulated confrontation in my mind. I always hope no one sees me, but I know they do because I mentally (or perhaps physically, as well) laugh at people I catch doing that kind of thing. But since I have no shame in the blogosphere, I’d like to share some of my favorite expressions.
The Thinking Face
I puff out my cheeks when I’m in deep thought. This particular expression can be seen during tests, in-class essays, and situations requiring MacGyver-esque skills.
The Fuck? Face
I typically make this face when people say really stupid things in class. LOL I’M SUCH A BITCH.
The Pissy Patty Face
I believe this is the face that caused my Calculus teacher to worry about my mental state. Nothing says “I’m pissed,” quite like pursed lips.
The Universal Face
This is my favorite. It’s incredibly versatile. I use this face to greet friends, express my contempt for unpleasant objects and/or people, and grunt over sexy food/men. It’s also my game face.
Sheesh, whoever this kid is, he definitely needs a good punch to the throat. And school sorta barely started, yeh? Yikes. Good luck sitting next to the tit for the rest of the school year.
I love your faces. They’re hilarious. It’s really the people who rarely show any expressions gets me pretty damn annoyed and/ creeped out depending how ugly they are.
I totally giggled at “The Fuck?” face btw.
If I could, I would give you a link of someone’s blog and just watch your face as you read their entries.
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I love your blogs and your faces … I do the fuffed cheeks, flat lips look when I am resting my face, which is a lot, hahaha. I actually laughed loud when I read the expressions.
As for this kid, oh gosh I had one of those at University. This kid thought I liked him, so the more he thought I liked him, the more annoying he got till I smacked him on the head with a ruler, haha. The teacher said it had been coming for a while hahahahaha …
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Haha, I tend to make faces a lot too, in accordance to what I am thinking. I’m often told that I have quite an expressive face, and that my eyes tell the story. Apparrently, my eyebrows move a lot too. My mom laughs when I give her my one-lifted eyebrow look, which usually means “what the heck?” She laughs because she can’t lift a single eyebrow for the life of her. xD Neither can my dad. I had to inherit it somewhere though! It must have been a recessive gene. xD
I really love your universal face. It’s really funny, and I think I make a similar face sometimes. Haha. :)
But I definitely have a classmate like that. I’m too nice though, and I put up with it, without putting them down. I wish I had your guts. Haha. :)
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*died laughing!!!!* The universal face was just the icing on the cake. I dont know how youll survive college; its full of those said “boobs” sitting in front of you. LOL.
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