Mom: Three women have been killed by alligators in the past month, Mary. Three. Women.
Mary: Man, that's weird.
Mom: So be sure to be careful, don't be hanging around by yourself around ponds.
Mary: Since when do I hang around ponds?
Mom: Well, I don't know, Don't go to your usual places. Especially alone. They were
grown women.
Mary: Am I a pond-dweller? When am I even around ponds? Where are these usual places?
Mom: I'm just saying. Three Women. Dead. Alligators.
Mary: Mmhmm. OK.
Home is good. And by good I mean I'm at my most lazy. I don't make my bed, my laundry has taken days to do, and I'm watching the worst MTV ever. I'm also not working out and begrudgingly leave the house. My dad is leaving to go to NY this weekend with a new "female friend". Gag me. I almost want to meet the bitch so I can stare her down. I don't want to mention it to Mom, I think it would really make her sad. However less than she would be if I was eaten by an alligator near a pond hangout.
I visited my old school to observe, only to realize the only thing it has in common with an inner-city school is the fact they both have teachers and lunch and kids in them. These kids had matching laptops that you could draw on to learn about frogs in the 7th grade. I almost vomitted in my mouth. God, my school is so sheltered no wonder they all cling to each other the second they go to UF/Santa Fe (feeder community college for UF). And it also explains how they never become independent. Also, 2 more kids married this past month. Hott. Wow. Another Vero Beach reinactment, performed everytime i go home:
Mary: Hey, haven't seen you (family friend, friend, teacher, high school person, church person)for a while.
Person: Oh Mary, you look wonderful, how is it Up North? Can you make it through the winter? Wow, that is tough. So cold. And it lookslike you haven't been getting much sun.
Mary: Oh you get used to it, blah blah
Person: So are you seeing anyone? Anyone special? You know _____ is engaged now, right? How exciting!
Mary: Oh that's nice. Actually no, I'm not. But you know, I'm really proud of what I'm doing. Penn is hard, blah blah.
Person: Oh, you aren't engaged? Hrmm. Well, so and so's son is single and in town, maybe you could meet up? He's just a loser junkie with no future and working in orlando till he runs out of money only to live at home with his parents and sit on the dock and smoke weed till he's 35...Maybe the two of you could meet up? He's awful cute, and you are single. You know, 22 isn't that young.
Mary: I hate all you stand for.
Anyways, it's not always like that...but you know how it is.
Also, a joke anne sent me:
Why do Southern girls not like group sex?
-Too many thank you notes.