Prolific Immigrant

Oh, to be a teenage girl…

Snippets of a conversation overheard on the bus today:

“So, like?”
“I know! It’s so cool that we’re, like, finally hanging out?”
“I totally miss you, slut. Because you’re always with WhatHisNameYerBOYFRIEND.”
“I know! It’s so sad. I’m totally sad, but he’s totally awesome.”
“I’m so happy for you?”
“Me too?”
“Eeeeee.”
“Eeeeee.”
“So, like?”
“Yeah?”
“Well? So I was sitting in class and Marie asks me like, who are your best friends?”
“No way?”
“Totally.”
“OHMYGOD she’s such a lame-o!”
“I know! So I was, like, really? And she was all totally true? And so finally I was, like, Tam-Tam, Chris-Chris, Luce-Luce and Jane-Jane, eeeeeee!”
“Eeeeee! You TOTALLY stole that from me, bitch.”
“Totally!”
“So what did she say?”
“She was all how are they your best friends? And I was all, uhm, excuse me, but, like, I take the bus with Tam-Tam, uhm, only everyday? And, like, I totally hang with Chris-Chris in home room and Luce-Luce and I and, like, Jane-Jane always, like, eat lunch together? Really slut?”
“Way to respond. Totally?”
“I know? That’sWhatIWasThinking?!”
“I’m so happy we’re, like, hanging out tonight!”
“ME TOO!”
“Eeeee.”
“Eeeee.”
“Do you want to rent a movie?”
“HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL!”