That's honestly how narcissistic I am.

Today was better. Although anything would have been better than yesterday. In fact, I got my PE uniform, turned in my humanities home work and got my Geo text.
True story, I'll have to remember that one for the grand kids.
The highlight of my day was in fact in English, with the arrogant teacher that speaks like the very words he's uttering will be worth something when he becomes famous. You know, after he does the whole high school teacher thing. We did 'icebreakers' today, listing choices and speaking to the class if we wished, I didn't.
Which was, so thoughtfully, pointed out by Jamie as we were leaving (she had just been called 'The favorite student of the day' leaving her head and, in her mind, her ability for witty comments enlarged.)
'You didn't say anything today, what were your answers? You didn't even laugh at his jokes?' Because the Favorite Student of the Day cant be heard by the teacher two feet away.
Short story long, he ended up saying he 'couldn't read me.' Which left me rather pleased, what with the fact that on the first day he said he could read our minds.
So slap my butt and call me Bella.
Is it wrong? That I feel good about being the one he doesn't understand? I suppose I should have said something like,'Well its only the third day.' or 'I guess I'm a closed book' Okay probably not the latter, but I'm constantly put in positions, that if made only slightly longer would have been key for a great retort.
They're constantly lost on me. And mere minutes later I know exactly what a movie star would have said if it were a scene. I feel cheated out of them.
And worse yet, I build up that lost moment in my head so that when I'm walking home or falling to sleep I recite the entire 'casts' lines under my breath. People walking past me are always hearing utter nonsense.
I don't want to believe it but I'm pretty sure I'm the person people cross the street away from when they see me walking towards them. And I'm a white girl with freckles and an ever present look of anxiety in my eye. The eye patch probably doesn't help.
Speaking of my face, and I'm getting off topic, but I've found I have a completely unmemorable one. In eighth grade we would walk into the lunch room and have to prove we had brought a lunch, this man checked us, every day. But at the end of eighth he asked me,'Do you go here?' (Later I would decide I should have said, 'Only for the past three years, not too long.')
And this afternoon on the bus, the Newman look-a-like of a driver said,'Your new!' Um, no.
Its a little disappointing to find out half of the people you meet will forget you almost instantly. And I have  a 'strong' nose, as my mother puts it.
Moral of the story, my third day beat the second and first.
Wearing my Star Wars shirt tomorrow, so we'll see.
At least I'm not wearing Crocs...

Does your mom wear Crocs?