oooooohhhhhhh my goodness the last time i blogged was so long ago.

GACK. cat class today was interesting, to say the least. francis (worse than kenneth, if that was possible cos he's an infinitely better teacher than the rest of the cathecists put together) taught us about the nicene creed. whoopee. had to form into groups and discuss stuff. he asked can "woman be priests" and we had to give a yes or no answer, supported by three reasons (practice for ss!). my first reason was "woMAN can't be priestS" but then he changed the question and we were all, "dang!". then. were given the line "we believe in the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting" and we had to come up with the literal meaning, the "artistic meaning" (or so he puts it) and how we would apply it to daily life. and they had to send a rep up. fingers pointed and WHOOPEE! GO MEL. mel goes. francis gets mel to sit in chair in front. yay. he forgot my name from the last time so i had to tell him again. apparently i'm "real sporting" for going up there while the rest of the saboed ones were being rather adamant about it. therefore. he asks me to go first, citing my apparent confidence. mel's eyebrows shot up at the statement. explained random stuff. AND THEN. and then. he asks for an example. mel flounders, and says something about how when you are really old, you gotta accept that you're gonna die, and not like, "drink ginseng every 24 hours or something". don't ask me where that came from. anyhoo. it wasn't even remotely funny, but almost before i could say "something", francis had burst out laughing. like, evil, maniacal cackle. mel stares incredulously at francis, while the rest of the class laugh at francis laughing. mel laughs too, cos, i mean, GEEZ WHO THE HELL LAUGHS LIKE THAT. IT WASN'T EVEN FUNNY. plus he's a GUY. CACKLING. like, all out erupting into laughter kinda thing. anyhoo. after the laughter subsided and mel had collapsed into the chair, francis asked for questions. francis says we all must be more than just pretty and handsome - we must have brains. we can't be like oysters - all muscle and no brain (mel recalls the zhen-mel brain-body relationship. mel also thinks the oyster thing is a bad analogy). therefore we should be able to come up with a question. mel tries to psycho everyone into not having any questions using her amazing telepathic abilities. mel knows she failed when kenneth (they make a realllyyy good tag team. francis asks for questions and kenneths provides them. what's more, they both enjoy patting people on the back. THANK GOODNESS I WAS SKIPPED TODAY. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.) asked some random question. mel craps up some answer. francis praises mel for not getting "defensive" (mel raises one eyebrow), which is a trait of a good debater.

francis: "you see! melissa is not just pretty, she has brains as well."

mel dies, turns around and the resists the urge to slam my head into the desk behind me.

GACK. like HELLO. omg. die, francis, die. HE THINKS 1 IS A PRIME NUMBER. AND SMILED BENOVELENTLY WHEN WE TRIED TO TELL HIM OTHERWISE, saying, "some mathematicians choose to argue otherwise." aka "shut up i need to LOOK smart." oh geez.

HORROR. what if he's back next week??????? *dies*

*goes off to console self by reading fics. :D*