Boys, Boys, Boys; We Love Them! We Love Them

Okay I have been caught red handed.

Yes, I was trying to listen to the boys talk in the library today. I know it's lame, but I think their conversations are way more interesting than the ones us girls have.

Mr. Bustos says that we really don't want to hear what they say and that we would cry. Alexis, Titi, and I say that we wouldn't cry.

See their conversations are probably way more interesting. See in our conversations we really don't talk about anything interesting because everyone is so shy to talk about their feelings and problems. Okay I was not shy before about talking out to everyone, but one time I said something and the word got out twisted up like a tongue twister, like the shape of a strawberry twizzler (my favorite). Now I can't really put my two cents out there any more or else I'm in for it with some one spilling the wine glass and telling one guy and the other guy tells two others and then they each tell two others then by the next period the whole middle school building supposedly knows what I said.

So as you can tell our girl meetings are not that interesting because all we talk about are rumors, a certain teacher, and what everelse that is not interesting for us.

So I was trying to ease drop on the boys conversation, but we couldn't hear anything and Mr. Bustos would drag us back to our seat and say, "No, you can't listen."

In the end Alexis, Titi, and I never could hear the boys. All we could hear was the boys cheering twice for something.

Sorry I was trying to listen, but what you need to know is that we could not hear anything through the thick walls of Mr. Bustos classroom to the library.