Who doesn't like elbows?

Have you ever thought to yourself, hey, I wanna punch the voice in my head so bad right now. Coincidentally the conscience we have in our heads guides us through the rocky paths in our life but occasionally you wanna give ol' Jiminy Cricket a little two one two in the guts. What if your conscience told you to say hello to the cute model look like boy whose in your homeroom? What if your conscience sparked you with encouragement, "hey he looks lonely, go say hi!', and being the little naive child you are, you confidently stride up to him and listen to the suave voice inside your head.

The sexy man raises his gorgeous gaze from the highly sophisticated piece of literature that he was indulging in and turns to you with half interest, licking his dry pink lips while your conscience screams in your ears,"Say something, twirl your hair with your fingers, look at him through your eyelashes, FLIRT for all that is GOOD and HOLY in this WORLD before he loses interest!!!!!" You twirl a piece of your poop colored hair while shifting from foot to foot, in an attire completely innappropriate for coquetting which is of course baggy jeans and a laundry stained blue t-shirt. He dubiously raises his brows at you, concerned for your well-being or rather from the destitute state you appear to be in. "The bathroom is down the hall," He assures you, pointing to the space behind you. You frown, the evidence of disappointment leaking through your features. Your conscience assures you, "It's okay, try a different approach." The sexy homeroom guy is staring at you with mild amusement with a hand under his chin, the entire muscle in his arm bulging and flexing like a machine. You quickly blurt out without thinking,"I like your elbows." The spicy educated guy is now bored with you and he's turned his attention to the flamboyant red haired Swedish girl who enjoys flashing everyone a show of her double d's whenever she oh-so-subtly drops her pencil, despite the fact that each of her worksheets lack any visible trace of pencil lines.

"Dayyuuumm." Sexy homeroom guy hums. The Swedish girl bounces to her seat after picking up her pencil and coincidentally picking up every guys attention with it. The sexy homeroom guy and the Swedish girls' eyes lock and suddenly your heart stops. He's in love with the Swedish girl. Bells are ringing and your conscience suddenly sneers, "Really? REALLY? Elbows!!!"