Nov. 26, 2003 @ 11:09 a.m.

I don’t know if she was thinking that I couldn’t really be listening or if she just didn’t think or if she just didn’t care. With my back to her, I imagine her looking at the teacher with innocent eyes, completely oblivious to the way she was about to word her question, “Can you show me how to click my magic button again?” I turned around, laughing quite devilishly, with slight pauses inbetween bursts of laughter, as everyone looked at me as if I was the one who should be thinking straighter.







This is not fiction.
This is when life makes me happy.