Lame Conversations Held Between Mariah and Myself ...Jyaan!~  <3
Me:  God. Macbeth is so lame. D: Bleh!
Mariah:  Hmm, yeah. Do you want to go out “fer” lunch?
Me:  Nah, I has no “munny”.
Mariah:  Ah. ...Thou art broke?

Mariah:  *runs out of nowhere, wearing a baggy t-shirt and Lulu lemons*
Me:  You look like a fucking chav.
Mariah:  Omg no! *hides face**peeks at me* ...Um. What’s a chav?
Me:  Look in the mirror and you’ll see.

Me and Mariah:  *juggling scarves*
Mariah:  Hey, hey, hey! Tara! You should write a part for me in one of your movies!
Me:  I totally should. You’d be the crazy cat lady in the background, juggling her cats to “Banana Phone”.

*planning our lives together*
Mariah:  Okai! We’re going to live in a BI~G *strethches arms wide* condo!
Me:  With our hot, smart, rich lawyer husbands!
Mariah:  Yes! Andandand—we’ll take the two largest rooms, and make them share a closet.
Me:  ...*giggles*
Mariah:  Are you drooling? |:
Me:  Uh. Maybe. >_>

Me:  I’m going sucker fishing with my mom and brother tonight! *throws arms up in celebration*
Mariah:  What if you catch a pickerel?
Me:  D8 Pickerel’s are scary! I’d cry if I caught one. But what the hell would a pickerel be doing with the suckers?
Mariah:  I don’t know, but what if you caught one?
Me:  I wouldn’t catch one. Because pickerels and suckers don’t swim together.
Mariah:  ...You take things too seriously.

THERE WAS THAT ONE CONVERSATION IN WHICH I EXPLAINED THE TERM “69” TO MARIAH. BUT THAT REQUIRES CRAPPY STICKMEN ILLUSTRATIONS.

Me:  *at Mariah’s locker to get loose leaf**puts loose leaf in mouth* ...Mm! Smarties! *runs back to classroom**runs to Mariah* Omigod! Your paper tastes like Smarties! ouo
Mariah:  Why were you eating my paper?
Me:  Because my hands were busy. :B Anyways. Taste it. *shoves paper in face*
Mariah:  Um. Hmm. ...*licks corner of loose leaf* 8D It DOES taste like Smarties!
Me:  See?!
Mariah:  Seriously, though. Why did you put my paper in your mouth?