Smells like teen spirit
I'm shamelessly addicted to the WB's One Tree Hill. Shamelessly. It's sad, really. I'm 25 years old, and when StarWorld started airing season one of this vapid teen drama back in June, I got hooked. I admit it. Hi, I'm Erin, and I am a teen soap opera addict.
Moving on...
My friend Steve brought me a present this morning. I think it may have been retaliation from last week, when I kept putting weird crap like dried cuttlefish and squid cookies in his shopping cart. He and his wife, Julia, decided it would be nice to give me a bag of chewy durian-flavored candies.
For those of you fortunate souls who have had no experience with this evil produce, let me explain. Durian is allegedly a food. It's a largeish fruit that, according to Travis, looks like "Satan's testicles." It's biggish melon sized and covered in spikes. It smells so terrible that it's banned in several international airports, and most hotels (even crappy ones) post signs forbidding durian to even be brought onto the premises.
So I got durian candy. I brought the bag into my classroom and was immediately surrounded by hungry baby birdies--by which I mean 8th graders wanting candy. I tore the bag open. Stupid, stupid Erin.
You know those cartoons where bad smell is shown as green hands wafting around and slapping unsuspecting victims in the face? I wasn't slapped, I was sucker-punched. I almost said a bad word or three in front of my sweet little homeroom students.
Mrs. Erin then decreed that the evil candy was going to be sealed TIGHTLY while in the classroom, and that the hungry baby birdies could have all the awful candy they wanted after homeroom was over, when we went out into the hallway. Then I had an idea. I found out my homeroom students had Mr. Steve for humanities class on Wednesday mornings...shortly after homeroom time. I have them all several candies that they were to share with Mr. Steve. Revenge is sweet...no, revenge is durian-flavored. Mwahahahahaha.
Moving on...
My friend Steve brought me a present this morning. I think it may have been retaliation from last week, when I kept putting weird crap like dried cuttlefish and squid cookies in his shopping cart. He and his wife, Julia, decided it would be nice to give me a bag of chewy durian-flavored candies.
For those of you fortunate souls who have had no experience with this evil produce, let me explain. Durian is allegedly a food. It's a largeish fruit that, according to Travis, looks like "Satan's testicles." It's biggish melon sized and covered in spikes. It smells so terrible that it's banned in several international airports, and most hotels (even crappy ones) post signs forbidding durian to even be brought onto the premises.
So I got durian candy. I brought the bag into my classroom and was immediately surrounded by hungry baby birdies--by which I mean 8th graders wanting candy. I tore the bag open. Stupid, stupid Erin.
You know those cartoons where bad smell is shown as green hands wafting around and slapping unsuspecting victims in the face? I wasn't slapped, I was sucker-punched. I almost said a bad word or three in front of my sweet little homeroom students.
Mrs. Erin then decreed that the evil candy was going to be sealed TIGHTLY while in the classroom, and that the hungry baby birdies could have all the awful candy they wanted after homeroom was over, when we went out into the hallway. Then I had an idea. I found out my homeroom students had Mr. Steve for humanities class on Wednesday mornings...shortly after homeroom time. I have them all several candies that they were to share with Mr. Steve. Revenge is sweet...no, revenge is durian-flavored. Mwahahahahaha.
posted by Erin @ 8:09 AM
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