rah rah sis boom bah

so the other day mike and i were having a, um, discussion about how he
knows absolutely nothing about my life. despite the fact that we've lived
together for four years, this guy still doesn't know what my days consist
of.

i was quizzing him

me: every tuesday and thursday i have to go t class at what time?
him: noon?
me: no, nine o clock. you know how every monday and wednesday night i
bitch about how i have to get up real early the next day and TEACH A
CLASS? thanks for noticing.
him: oh yeah of course 9am.

this went on for a bit until i was asking him about wednesdays.
me: every wednesday I have to go to a labb meetting at what time in the
morning?
him: nine am.
me: no, no 8:30. I've been going to this meeting every weds at 8:30 for
the past six months and complaining about it every day.
him: of course, 8:30 sorry. i'm just not good with time.
me: oh okay then i'll ask you a question about my feelings.
him: yes okay i got it.
me: why do i hate going to that lab meeting?
him: too early?
me: no.
him: um i dont...
me: she thinks I'm ________. she makes me feel like i'm ________.
him: *gets look on his face like "oh yeah, i know this one!"* ASIAN?!

no, mike, the answer was "stupid".