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Feb. 27th, 2008 11:09 am*FACE. PALM*
So, Trapper decided (at some point last night) that we haven't hung out enough this quarter, and we should do so this Thursday. Sounds good to me, I don't have any tests on Friday.
But she had no ideas as to what we should do.
I suggested a couple things, including a movie or bowling.
After lecture, she started talking about this great idea she had about how there's this new Vietnamese place downtown and...
I asked her if she remembered we had the murder-mystery-yummy dinner thing on Friday.
She nods and goes on about going out to dinner on Thursday.
And then proceeds to look hurt and/or confused when I said no, perhaps another time, we can still do the movie thing, 'cause going out to dinner two nights in a row will most likely deep-six my diet. But we can totally do something non-food related.
Just. Please stop trying to sabotage me? I'm fantastic at doing that all on my own, I don't need help. Really.
The skeptical tone of voice used when asking if I've made any progress just makes me want to punch you, dear.
So, Trapper decided (at some point last night) that we haven't hung out enough this quarter, and we should do so this Thursday. Sounds good to me, I don't have any tests on Friday.
But she had no ideas as to what we should do.
I suggested a couple things, including a movie or bowling.
After lecture, she started talking about this great idea she had about how there's this new Vietnamese place downtown and...
I asked her if she remembered we had the murder-mystery-yummy dinner thing on Friday.
She nods and goes on about going out to dinner on Thursday.
And then proceeds to look hurt and/or confused when I said no, perhaps another time, we can still do the movie thing, 'cause going out to dinner two nights in a row will most likely deep-six my diet. But we can totally do something non-food related.
Just. Please stop trying to sabotage me? I'm fantastic at doing that all on my own, I don't need help. Really.
The skeptical tone of voice used when asking if I've made any progress just makes me want to punch you, dear.
