Sergios...

Why am I blogging about one of my friends? Cause it would give me a few laughs later.

Anyways, Sergios has always been... well, a little strange. There's the incident where we were fooling around in geography class, and the teacher gave detention to someone who, apparently, has done nothing. In retaliation, Los Sergios refused to to work, and ripped up his geography book page by page. This earned him the position of "Class Nutcase", detention, and a few bucks to buy a new geography book.

It's only made worse by his weird English accent when he speaks French (I have one too, but I generally don't speak until spoken to), and it sometimes makes my ears bleed. Then, there's his under-grown mohawk, and his out-spoken personality. Not that it's bad, it just... I dunno, sort of makes me uncomfortable sometimes. But I don't mind that much. As long as he don't attract any unwanted attention to me, I'm happy as a clam laughing at one of his antics.

I mean, he does horny dog antics, and annoying commentary, but this must be the worst: he now no longer has any visible eyebrows. He sorta looks like Grima Wormtongue. Without the greasy hair.

His mother shaved it off while he was sleeping in retaliation for hitting her too hard during one of their play-fights. Oh, boy. I don't envy his girlfriend. He has a heavy hand. And is obsessed with guns and the military. Heck, he's a psychotic Ukranian who knows karate. I really should stop hanging around with him. I mean, he actually hit me on the jaw by accident! I didn't hurt, but it most definately made me paranoid. Now I'm paranoid around two of my friends. Great. And that face. It's probably gonna give some poor little girl nightmares.

Eek.