The cutest little boy just left my lobby! He looked about 3, had strawberry-blonde hair, and had the most adorable facial expressions. He and his parents were speaking a language I didn't recognize, or I would have said Hi. He kept pointing at my lemonade and saying something--I wish I knew what it was. Sooo Cute
In other Lobby Lollygagging, the volleyball team wasn't up till around 9:30, and they are currently out somewhere. Eli had to tell the coach to move his bus, or the dump truck wouldn't pick up the trash.
Around 10 minutes ago, I went to get some lemonade. It was already 10 past closing time, so I was in a rush. (breakfast didn't close until 25 past today. and this weird lady came down at like, 10:50, and convinced them to give her food)
anyway, I go in, and there are these two guys getting breakfast. They look around 18-19 and about 15. 15 has a wrist brace on his left hand, it looked like it was for carpel tunnel. He's standing in front of the juice machine. I want my lemonade.
19 hands 15 a plate of food. 15 grabs it with his bad hand.
(In my head) "You retard! How stupid are you?!?"
It was quite entertaining, as he started to cry out in pain, then realized there was a girl behind him and he had to act "cool." BIG emphasis on the quotes...
OH, look! there goes that guy who walked through my lobby yesterday...
I think he's wearing the same shirt. Ew. Pink Plaid Double Ew.
...so his brother (I assume) is watching him like, good luck with that...
and then just walks off, leaving his brother juggling.
He is wearing the same shirt. grody.
....To be continued.
HI. this is me. I'm not really sure who me is, but maybe you can derive that from my posts. Maybe me is just a teenager who can express in a pressure-free blog what others are trying to say. maybe that's me. or maybe, me is indefinable. me is complicated. me is me.