Hooking Up

Despite Lulu the Loud's dating Erik the Noisy, we're still good friends, too.

She has more connections to people in her cell phone than even Erik the Noisy does, for clarification for what I'm gonna say next.

Yesterday, she comes up to me and asks, 'Do you know Selena the Foreign?'

Heck, of course I did! She was in my freshmen science, social studies, and english classes at CVU! She was a cheerleader, and everyone loved her. She was pretty amazing. However, do to my incredible nerdyness, we never really talked.

"Yeah, I know OF her, but I don't really KNOW her," I said.

"Well, we're good friends, and we were talking a few days ago, and she said, 'I broke up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. I wish I could date someone nice.' And I thought, gee, look, Olaf! He's nice!"

"What, not me?" Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe yelled, dropping from the ceiling.

"What, not me?" George the Yellow yelled, running out of the bathroom.

"What, not me?" Phil the Conceited yelled, running away from a mirror toward us.

"What, not me?" Gregory the Hairy yelled, running into the room through a wall.

"What, Olaf's not nice at ALL!" Omar the Bold cried, doing a double-back-flip summersault throught the door.

"You're too old, you're too nervous, all you do is talk about yourself, you're MARRIED, and you're just jealous of Olaf's niceness," Lulu said in quick succession to each of the yellers in order.

"Oh yeah," the first four yellers said, going back out the way they came.

"No I'm not," Omar said. Lulu smacked him in the face with her mace, which is her WOC (weapon of choice).

"Um, ok," I said, bring Lulu back to where we were.

"So I showed her a picture of you I have on my cell phone, and she thought you were pretty cute."

"How old a picture do you have of me?" I suspiciously asked, since Lulu hadn't taken a picture of me EVER, as far as I knew.

"I had this one!" she said, holding her camera up for me to see. I looked and saw a baby picture of me.

"No wonder she thought my ugly mug was cute; What baby's isn't?" I said disgustedly. "When did you even get that?"

"You had a copy under your pillow," Lulu replied. I had forgotten about that; I believe in osmosis, and I thought I might be more youthful If I kept a baby picture near me while I slept.

"But... she's a little too good for me, isn't she?" I said suspiciously.

"Bull Honkey!" She said. "You're fairly attractive ..."

"Yeah right..." I muttered.

"... And very sweet. That's all she's looking for." Lulu said.

"Whatever."

"Is it ok if I give her your number?" Lulu asked.

"I don't have a cell phone," I said. "REAL vikings don't have cell phones."

Lulu glared at me with a feminine glare; you know the one.

"OK!" I gasped. "You know it already."

So, Lulu is trying to hook me up with Selena the Foriegn. She's pretty amazing too, if I haven't already said that.

Don't know how long its gonna take, but in reality, I kinda like someone else, though if Selena beats them to the punch, how can I help that?

No, the person I like is NOT Lulu. I'm not saying that sarcastically, either. It's someone else, one I've never mentioned on the blog before.

Olaf the BAAAAALD!