Sayings.

Michelle Ward has a new crusade, Say What?, and I figured I'd pounce on the chance to share a few of my weirdnesses with the world. Check it out.

Allow me to say that my friends and I are very tightly knit; each one of my friends knows at least one of my other ones. That way, my little clique has several weird little flavorful sayings that turn heads and raise eyebrows everywhere.

"Let's talk about life." - This is one of the many little -isms I love about my friend, Corry (blatantly homosexual). When Bob and I were still on the verge of becoming a couple, and I was driving Corry home, he insisted that we invite him over and to distract my mom by urging her to "talk about life." It's stuck ever since.

"I like your eyebrows, Bob." - Corry seems to have an infatuation with Bob's shapely eyebrows. Need I elaborate?

"What happens in the circle stays in the circle." - As stated above, my friends and I are very close - a "circle," in fact. Each one of us completes the other - that's how I see it. We've, in fact, named said group "the circle." I'm not sure who came up with the name and when, but it's stuck. Whatever we say, too, we can't repeat to anybody outside of the group without consent.

"Satyr." - My friend, Octavius, and I were in OK History class together in the second semester of my freshman year. For one reason or the next, we were looking up pictures of mythical creatures. There was one picture in particular, one that was NOT filtered out of the school's image search system, of a satyr with a massive erection. We laughed our asses off; many finger puppets and paper dolls came from the satyr, and now we can't say it without giggling.

"Uh-oh! Grill 'em!" - In my two months of summer school, I sat with my friend, Rodney, and a girl I hadn't met before, named Alexandra. We were in a class with twenty-something future rapists and death-row-goers of America. Every time anybody said something slightly offensive, somebody would shout, "Rrrrrrrrroast 'em!" from the back. The trick was to hold the "R" sound for as long as possible. We got annoyed with this, and made up our own little phrase. One would say, "Uh-oh!" and the rest would follow with, "Grill 'em!"

"My god! SHAVE!" - Bob's legs are hairy enough to safely lodge a few million fleas. They don't, but they have potential. Corry and I have been trying to convince him to shave for months. Now, though, I'm becoming accustomed to their fuzziness.

"Oh, Justinian." - Latin class, at this point, is almost like a silly sitcom - only with much filthier language, involving whores (scortilla), cock-suckers (irrumatores), and all other things (auctores). There's a guy in our class who seems only to be there fore comic relief. He's mostly made D's in the class (miraculously, though, he's making a C), and has been since he first became acquainted with Latin I two years ago. His real name is Justin, but at some point in Latin I, Mrs. Wallace began to refer to him as Justinian. Olivia (Porcia) and I have been tacking names onto him for the past several months. It's gotten to be Justinian Caligula Molestus Malinterpretus Irrumitor Allicis - Justin, "Little Boots", Annoying, Bad Translator, and Cocksucker of the Big Toe.
Oh, Justinian.

I hope you enjoyed my little isms. If you're hungry for more, you could check out my mom's blog.
http://lauraleemyers.blogspot.com/2007/04/huh.html