Yes well more insanity prevaileth ...
11:25 a.m.
During a well-deserved brain-breather …
DM: Do you know why she’s (VB) gone out?
LD: Yeah. Loo. No. Er. “*insert-certain-nickname-here-which-I-cannot-put-in-for-reasons-of-anonymity*”.
DM nods.
LD: But why would she go in search of him? I thought she didn’t like him that way.
DM: Well, she just wants to go look.
LD: But why?
DM: Okay, look, if you hear a good song —
LD: But I won’t go “in search of that song”.
DM: But you would download it to your iPod. She can’t download him to her iPod…
LD: Oh. Erm. That was quotable.
DM: Well, when I’m talking to you I have to talk in a language you will understand since you’re so dumb you don’t understand normal talk.
1:07 p.m.
VB: She (LD) goes hyper in Maths class. I don’t want her to sit in the middle!
DM: I tolerated her all morning. I can’t anymore. She kept on talking during Physics.
VB: (frustrated) She keeps talking to me in Maths.
DM: She talks more to me.
VB: (exasperated) To me also!
Here VB attempts to shove LD away from her.
VB: Oh look! She just slid away!
LD struggles against VB.
DM: (pleading to the class at large) Somebody come sit next to us. Save us!
VB: (to LD) You torturer!
LD laughs maniacally. She becomes ‘hyper-loopy’. DM and VB try to ignore her, but fail miserably. And they don’t like failing miserably.
DM: You can’t quote what I say. I can take you to court.
LD ignores DM and quotes her just the same. DM and VB then have a pencil-box-shoving-competition.
DM: (pushing the pencil box towards VB) You!
VB: (pushing it towards DM) No! You!
DM: You!
LD: (stops the pencil-box mid-journey) NOT MY PENCIL BOX! (More gently) Not my Spider-man pencil box!
More insanity later…
LD laughs maniacally.
VB: Somebody take her to Ranchi!
LD: I don’t want to go to Ranchi!
VB: (melodramatically) NAHI!!!!!!!
There is more maniacal madness on LD’s part. An innocent bystander, er, by-sitter, er, classmate sitting in front of LD starts laughing after another burst of exceptionally crazy laughter on LD’s part.
VB: She’s high!
SA: (another classmate who is quite concerned) Did she have something at break?
VB and DM conspire to pack LD off to an asylum.
LD protests!
1:20 p.m.
LD, VB, DM and MMM (Miss Minnie/Midget Mouse, who is another classmate) are sitting in the canteen.
DM: (laughing, no, wait, er, smiling gleefully at VB’s ‘predicament’) You get her (LD).
VB tries to push LD away. LD slides away unwittingly. LD then moves back to her original place.
VB: (copying some notes) What was the date last Monday?
MMM: It’s the 1st today. So, one week…
LD: 21st.
VB: (annoyed) 24th!
LD: How do you add again?
MMM: You add?
LD: Erm.
1:30 p.m.
LD laughs in a strange, weird and demented manner.
LD: Heh heh heh! Ah ha ha ha! Tee haa haa haa! Whahahahahahaha! Bwahahahahaaha!
MMM: (sitting beside LD) WHAT did you have during break?
LD: Your sandwiches.
MMM: Lot’s of people had my sandwiches.
DM: (coming out of her LD-free reverie) What did you have when I was not looking?
MMM: She had nashpatis which no one had.
DM: Yes. I think it was the nashpatis.
LD: (coldly) I don’t remember pears being intoxicating.
After a while of pear-induced daydreaming …
MMM: (pointing at a random girl) That girl is such a kid!
LD: (in a very mature manner) Well, I also act like a kid.
MMM: No, I mean she acts like she’s five years old.
LD: Oh, you mean to say that I’m not five, I’m twelve. Yay!
MMM: You’re a tween.
LD is happy at not being thought of as a five-year-old. She decides to write everything down. MMM opens her mouth to say something.
LD: Wait! Quiet! No more talking till I finish writing. Oh. That was quotable.
MMM: That just made me realise that I was talking to be quoted down.
(LD must mention that she has been instructed to add that the above comment was sarcastic in nature, although she personally thinks that it was more wistful than sarcastic.)
1:40 p.m.
VB and DM break into peals of LD-ish laughter.
LD: Pepsi is making you high.
VB: (turning and facing LD) No. I just told her (DM), “You’re covering your hair with your face.”
LD bursts into laughter and her face gets covered by her hair.
DM: (smiling knowingly) I knew that would happen.
Oh well, we didn’t have the Mathematics class that day; something that is quite evident. :P
During a well-deserved brain-breather …
DM: Do you know why she’s (VB) gone out?
LD: Yeah. Loo. No. Er. “*insert-certain-nickname-here-which-I-cannot-put-in-for-reasons-of-anonymity*”.
DM nods.
LD: But why would she go in search of him? I thought she didn’t like him that way.
DM: Well, she just wants to go look.
LD: But why?
DM: Okay, look, if you hear a good song —
LD: But I won’t go “in search of that song”.
DM: But you would download it to your iPod. She can’t download him to her iPod…
LD: Oh. Erm. That was quotable.
DM: Well, when I’m talking to you I have to talk in a language you will understand since you’re so dumb you don’t understand normal talk.
1:07 p.m.
VB: She (LD) goes hyper in Maths class. I don’t want her to sit in the middle!
DM: I tolerated her all morning. I can’t anymore. She kept on talking during Physics.
VB: (frustrated) She keeps talking to me in Maths.
DM: She talks more to me.
VB: (exasperated) To me also!
Here VB attempts to shove LD away from her.
VB: Oh look! She just slid away!
LD struggles against VB.
DM: (pleading to the class at large) Somebody come sit next to us. Save us!
VB: (to LD) You torturer!
LD laughs maniacally. She becomes ‘hyper-loopy’. DM and VB try to ignore her, but fail miserably. And they don’t like failing miserably.
DM: You can’t quote what I say. I can take you to court.
LD ignores DM and quotes her just the same. DM and VB then have a pencil-box-shoving-competition.
DM: (pushing the pencil box towards VB) You!
VB: (pushing it towards DM) No! You!
DM: You!
LD: (stops the pencil-box mid-journey) NOT MY PENCIL BOX! (More gently) Not my Spider-man pencil box!
More insanity later…
LD laughs maniacally.
VB: Somebody take her to Ranchi!
LD: I don’t want to go to Ranchi!
VB: (melodramatically) NAHI!!!!!!!
There is more maniacal madness on LD’s part. An innocent bystander, er, by-sitter, er, classmate sitting in front of LD starts laughing after another burst of exceptionally crazy laughter on LD’s part.
VB: She’s high!
SA: (another classmate who is quite concerned) Did she have something at break?
VB and DM conspire to pack LD off to an asylum.
LD protests!
1:20 p.m.
LD, VB, DM and MMM (Miss Minnie/Midget Mouse, who is another classmate) are sitting in the canteen.
DM: (laughing, no, wait, er, smiling gleefully at VB’s ‘predicament’) You get her (LD).
VB tries to push LD away. LD slides away unwittingly. LD then moves back to her original place.
VB: (copying some notes) What was the date last Monday?
MMM: It’s the 1st today. So, one week…
LD: 21st.
VB: (annoyed) 24th!
LD: How do you add again?
MMM: You add?
LD: Erm.
1:30 p.m.
LD laughs in a strange, weird and demented manner.
LD: Heh heh heh! Ah ha ha ha! Tee haa haa haa! Whahahahahahaha! Bwahahahahaaha!
MMM: (sitting beside LD) WHAT did you have during break?
LD: Your sandwiches.
MMM: Lot’s of people had my sandwiches.
DM: (coming out of her LD-free reverie) What did you have when I was not looking?
MMM: She had nashpatis which no one had.
DM: Yes. I think it was the nashpatis.
LD: (coldly) I don’t remember pears being intoxicating.
After a while of pear-induced daydreaming …
MMM: (pointing at a random girl) That girl is such a kid!
LD: (in a very mature manner) Well, I also act like a kid.
MMM: No, I mean she acts like she’s five years old.
LD: Oh, you mean to say that I’m not five, I’m twelve. Yay!
MMM: You’re a tween.
LD is happy at not being thought of as a five-year-old. She decides to write everything down. MMM opens her mouth to say something.
LD: Wait! Quiet! No more talking till I finish writing. Oh. That was quotable.
MMM: That just made me realise that I was talking to be quoted down.
(LD must mention that she has been instructed to add that the above comment was sarcastic in nature, although she personally thinks that it was more wistful than sarcastic.)
1:40 p.m.
VB and DM break into peals of LD-ish laughter.
LD: Pepsi is making you high.
VB: (turning and facing LD) No. I just told her (DM), “You’re covering your hair with your face.”
LD bursts into laughter and her face gets covered by her hair.
DM: (smiling knowingly) I knew that would happen.
Oh well, we didn’t have the Mathematics class that day; something that is quite evident. :P
2 comments:
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahfasahhHHHAHHAHAHHBGSGDHJDSBNGKJDFGDS;
12 year old demented quoter.
:P
Ah, u didn't have the Math class, after all? Hmmm, never would've guessed it! :P
Well, ur giving me a run for my money as far as insanity is concerned... that's a good thing!
Writing-wise, I salute u! :D
Brilliant stuff!
Kudos!
Cheers,
-Johnny Deep.
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