If you don’t know Lauren Simpson, then you do now. Well, you don’t but you will probably look her up on Facebook or something to see who she is because I am sure that you are now at least a little bit curious, at least a little bit. Lauren is a girl that goes to my school that came to Australia in year ten from Scotland and although the sixty three pages that Lauren is a fan of on Facebook may be misleading, she isn’t a fan of many things. I don’t think that I have ever mentioned her before in this blog, so this may seem like a rather large first mention but then again, Tom Wilkin’s first mention was his first memoir and look at him now in the double digits of mentions.
I don’t have many status updates on Facebook, maybe one or two a day maximum which I guess is a fair bit but you know, what I am trying to say is that I am not one of those people that have a status update every minute or so. Whenever my status is something food related, there will be a good chance that Lauren will get in the first comment on it and that comment will usually read something like ‘not a fan’. I am fairly fussy with my foods, I don’t like a lot of things but Lauren seems to be the Optimus Prime of fussiness, or not fussiness but not fanningness and yes, I did just make up a word and add it to my dictionary.
Last night, and I am writing this on Sunday the eleventh so last night was Saturday the tenth obviously... anyway last night, as in Saturday one of the most shocking things happened and yeah, I could have put it in the blog about last night, not last night but Saturday night but I thought it was so shocking that it warranted its own blog post thing so yeah, here we are. Let’s just say that Chris’s mum; Toula made me an amazing Iced Coffee that, as the previous adjective stated, was amazing, it even had ice cream on the top. I offered sips all around and everyone said it was great, then Lauren asked for a sip and I thought to myself, is it worth letting her try it? I mean she would just turn around and say that she isn’t a fan and it wasn’t nice but that’s when the most amazing thing ever happened. She tried it, and she liked it. I asked her if she was a fan, and she said that she was.
You could also tell that she wasn’t just saying she was a fan just because she wanted to fit in, because she was licking her lips after she had it and really looked happier, then she asked for a second sip, and you wouldn’t ask for a second sip of something that you just said you were a fan of so you could fit in wouldn’t you? She also said that she doesn’t even like Iced Coffee, it is just Chris’s mum’s iced coffee that she is a fan of, so let’s just say that in Lauren’s case, it’s a Toula Tankosic Iced Coffee, or it’s nothing.
I don’t have many status updates on Facebook, maybe one or two a day maximum which I guess is a fair bit but you know, what I am trying to say is that I am not one of those people that have a status update every minute or so. Whenever my status is something food related, there will be a good chance that Lauren will get in the first comment on it and that comment will usually read something like ‘not a fan’. I am fairly fussy with my foods, I don’t like a lot of things but Lauren seems to be the Optimus Prime of fussiness, or not fussiness but not fanningness and yes, I did just make up a word and add it to my dictionary.
Last night, and I am writing this on Sunday the eleventh so last night was Saturday the tenth obviously... anyway last night, as in Saturday one of the most shocking things happened and yeah, I could have put it in the blog about last night, not last night but Saturday night but I thought it was so shocking that it warranted its own blog post thing so yeah, here we are. Let’s just say that Chris’s mum; Toula made me an amazing Iced Coffee that, as the previous adjective stated, was amazing, it even had ice cream on the top. I offered sips all around and everyone said it was great, then Lauren asked for a sip and I thought to myself, is it worth letting her try it? I mean she would just turn around and say that she isn’t a fan and it wasn’t nice but that’s when the most amazing thing ever happened. She tried it, and she liked it. I asked her if she was a fan, and she said that she was.
You could also tell that she wasn’t just saying she was a fan just because she wanted to fit in, because she was licking her lips after she had it and really looked happier, then she asked for a second sip, and you wouldn’t ask for a second sip of something that you just said you were a fan of so you could fit in wouldn’t you? She also said that she doesn’t even like Iced Coffee, it is just Chris’s mum’s iced coffee that she is a fan of, so let’s just say that in Lauren’s case, it’s a Toula Tankosic Iced Coffee, or it’s nothing.
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