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You know you're slowly going mad when...
... You begin to understand what the hell your psychotic neighbor is talking about.
Occasionally, In the midst of her babbling about High School Musical and The Cheetah Girls, Crystal will start nonsensically speaking in a very... garbled fashion. Kindaliikzeez, yknow? Because, you see, she knows I'm not going to be on the afternoon bus all the following week (this little story takes place the Friday before finals- so, last Friday, actually), and so she feels it is her duty to give me a very Crystal-ful ride home, to make up for all the time I'll miss. This consists mostly of poking my arm repeatedly, and then, once she has my reluctant attention, informing me that:
A.) My dog (meaning Gypsy) is evil
B.) I'm in love with (insert anybody/anything she can come up with here)
C.) The West Wing sucks (she's never actually seen it)
or
D.) Anything else she can come up with.
This makes for a very tiring bus ride.
Anyway, so about halfway through the ride, she jabs my arm and, gesturing frantically towards the front of the bus, says, "Yuuinloooovwistrevor, ya?" I automatically respond, "No, I'm not in love with Trevor."
And then I stop.
Because I understood her.
Oh, my God.
I spend too much time around this kid.
I rest my case.
And then, of course, she spoke like that for the rest of the ride home. So Jenny and I spoke in Pig Latin for the entire walk home (well, until she went into her house, which comes before ours on our walk), which basically caused her to scream in gibberish in frusteration. The rest of the neighborhood must be terrified by us by now.
Hee. Reading this over I make Crystal sound like more of a psycho than she really is. Seriously though, the only 'problem' she has is ADHD- everything else, she does of her own accord... my problem, however. Well, I'm not quite so sure about that...
Occasionally, In the midst of her babbling about High School Musical and The Cheetah Girls, Crystal will start nonsensically speaking in a very... garbled fashion. Kindaliikzeez, yknow? Because, you see, she knows I'm not going to be on the afternoon bus all the following week (this little story takes place the Friday before finals- so, last Friday, actually), and so she feels it is her duty to give me a very Crystal-ful ride home, to make up for all the time I'll miss. This consists mostly of poking my arm repeatedly, and then, once she has my reluctant attention, informing me that:
A.) My dog (meaning Gypsy) is evil
B.) I'm in love with (insert anybody/anything she can come up with here)
C.) The West Wing sucks (she's never actually seen it)
or
D.) Anything else she can come up with.
This makes for a very tiring bus ride.
Anyway, so about halfway through the ride, she jabs my arm and, gesturing frantically towards the front of the bus, says, "Yuuinloooovwistrevor, ya?" I automatically respond, "No, I'm not in love with Trevor."
And then I stop.
Because I understood her.
Oh, my God.
I spend too much time around this kid.
I rest my case.
And then, of course, she spoke like that for the rest of the ride home. So Jenny and I spoke in Pig Latin for the entire walk home (well, until she went into her house, which comes before ours on our walk), which basically caused her to scream in gibberish in frusteration. The rest of the neighborhood must be terrified by us by now.
Hee. Reading this over I make Crystal sound like more of a psycho than she really is. Seriously though, the only 'problem' she has is ADHD- everything else, she does of her own accord... my problem, however. Well, I'm not quite so sure about that...