High School Words (Real Life) Part 2

 

(In reference to running and training)

High School Boy:  “ya know what I’m sayin’ man MY LUNGS uh uh uh they just not what they used to be!”

High School Boy continued: “Coach tryin’ a make me run poles nuh uh son I’m not feelin’ that!”

(In reference to another girl)

High School Girl: “This BITCH don’t know who she playin’ with.  I heard she be talking SHIT I’m gonna have to stomp this Bitch!  I don’t let nobody be playin’ me.  This Bitch she think she cute but she be busted!   I’m seein’ her at the Dollar (in reference to the establishment known as “Dollar Tree”) when school gets out and that’s where this SHIT is going down.   uh uh uh this Bitch ain’t playin’ me no more.”

(In reference to texting — sending text messages [maybe to a male] )

High School Girl:  “You know I be sending people big messages!”

“But then he be focusing on the bottom part of the message.”

“I mean … why you think I wrote that WHOLE message?!     (laughs) That’s what I get for writing a big paragraph!”

 

(unknown reference, maybe some kind of fight)

High School Girl:  “I’m just like Biiiiitttccchhhh!  I am too good for you! Try another one!”

(Just rambling)

High School Girl:  “Bruh I was high as hell, he was lookin’ like a Halloween creature, ya know what I’m talking about?  Straight up Halloween Town!

 

(In reference to a female teacher)

High School Girl:  “If she is in class today then I’m not going in, I can not STAND that woman!  WAY too dramatic!”

 

Friday October 21st, 2016 — Stay Fluffy, DJ ROBO BISCUIT!

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#GirlBoss (NastyGal) Review

I enjoyed reading this book.  It was interesting and the book sucks you in.

The story is about the Rise of Sophia Amoruso.  She is the Founder of NastyGal.

Her book is quite interesting.  She discusses growing up and being somewhat of an outcast and a rebel.   She really had a hard time in school.   Is it because she is a genius?   Probably not.   She seemed to be just more of an undisciplined kid.   However, she did face some various hardships and she had lots of encounters with authority/teachers.

One nice thing is that she really appreciated her time with one of her high school history teachers.  He was kind of a hippie and she really enjoyed talking to him and riffing about life.

She had various jobs like Subway worker (Sandwich artist).   And at one point she was a hitchhiker.

I don’t want to give away the whole story of the book.   Her story is interesting and kind of inspiring.

As one of her employees at NastyGal said “Sophia is the original BadAss Bitch.”  (I think I quoted that correctly)

If you enjoy reading about entrepreneurship and a little about fashion and just reading about interesting people then this book is an “easy read” and entertaining.

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT, Stay Fluffy)

Amateur Diaries (Part 3)

I was battling my arch-rival Little Johnny.  Sometimes just called Lil’ Johnny.   Lil’ Johnny was not very tall.    He was a grown man but not much taller than a 12 year old boy.   Johnny the Little hit the ball very flat.   And because of his size it was a tricky play.  Since he was not very tall when he launched his flat ball it often did not look like it was going to go over the net however, Lil’ Johnny has been playing his style forever and he was incredibly good at making his low flat ball.

We were battling.

He had a break and I was serving at 1-3 in the first set.   I tossed up my ball and all I could think was “kick, kick, kick” (I really wanted to kick that serve).    Lame.   I hit it in the net. This can be a very frustrating game.

I was preparing to toss up the ball for my second serve.   Then a lovely lady walked by.   She had silky blonde hair and a muscular body.    I double faulted.

“Why do all of these beautiful women show up at my matches?”

She was thin and she was strong.  This girl was beautiful.

I heard her silky voice.  “Let’s go Johnny!”

I couldn’t believe it.  She was pulling for Little Johnny.    Damn.  Maybe he isn’t that little?

I walk back to grab a ball off the fence.   Did I leave the stove on?  Focus.  Focus on playing tennis.

I use topspin and kick my serve in.  Little Johnny steps up and hits it cross-court.  I go for the backhand down-the-line and I miss it wide.  Damn.

“Let’s go Johnny!  Good shot.” The Blonde hair beauty cheers.

Damn.  This is demoralizing.  I’m distracted now and Lil’ Johnny has this super hot chick pulling for him.  This is unbelievable.

My mind wandered to that one girl who liked me in Middle School.  But I kind of ignored her … ….   I wonder if she was super beautiful now?   If I had just stuck with her maybe she would be cheering for me right now.  Damn.  Life.

Lil’ Johnny continued to hit deceptive and tough flat balls.  I continued to be very distracted with my clusterFudge of a mind.

(End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)