if you think that then you are wrong!
ok.
so this one time in high school, this guy asked me to go to a dance.
and apparently he knew i hadn't been asked to it yet.
so he asked me.
and apparently i told him i couldn't go because i'd already made plans to go spend the weekend with my sister who was at college in provo.
but apparently he knew that was a big, fat lie.
because apparently i hadn't made the plans until after he had asked me to the dance.
and aren't i a jerk.
a lousy, dirty jerk.
you know, and i'm really glad i can tell you folks this story today because... well... i'd forgotten it.
but apparently this guy has not.
and when he runs into people who know me, apparently he likes to tell them that story.
about how i said no to a date.
SEVEN FRICKIN' YEARS AGO!!
!
!!
sometimes i forget the effect i have on men.
it is my gift, but also my curse.
seriously though, i'm trying to think of something i'm still bitter about from high school...
so this one time in high school, this guy asked me to go to a dance.
and apparently he knew i hadn't been asked to it yet.
so he asked me.
and apparently i told him i couldn't go because i'd already made plans to go spend the weekend with my sister who was at college in provo.
but apparently he knew that was a big, fat lie.
because apparently i hadn't made the plans until after he had asked me to the dance.
and aren't i a jerk.
a lousy, dirty jerk.
you know, and i'm really glad i can tell you folks this story today because... well... i'd forgotten it.
but apparently this guy has not.
and when he runs into people who know me, apparently he likes to tell them that story.
about how i said no to a date.
SEVEN FRICKIN' YEARS AGO!!
!
!!
sometimes i forget the effect i have on men.
it is my gift, but also my curse.
seriously though, i'm trying to think of something i'm still bitter about from high school...
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everyday i'd try and get a sprite from the vending machine, but it would always give me a diet coke.
it was very annoying.
i'm still pretty bitter about it.
except that i love diet coke now.
crap.
my senior year, my high school counselor wouldn't let me sign up for a mandatory english class because they were all full. and when i explained to her that i needed the class to graduate she said that that was just too bad. and i asked her if she would then be the one to call my parents and tell them that my high gpa, numerous ap classes and ridiculous involvement in just about every high school club or organization was just not enough to make me eligible for a diploma because there just wasn't enough room for one more student in any of the english classes. she said she wouldn't call them. which forced me to break into the school's computer system and put my name on the roll for 3rd period english myself. tragedy averted. idiot.
i don't remember her name. but if i did and i met somebody who knew her, i might feel inclined to bring up the situation. but probably not.
I'm only bitter that I didn't get out of there sooner.
The only thing that I remember being really pissed off about was the Jamacian Assistant soccer coach that I had that tried to be the head coach. During one really intense game, I let a goal go in to the net and he took me out of the game. That really sizzled my bacon. After sitting on the bench for a few minutes, he decided to put me back in. At that point, I was steamed ...flames...FLAMES...from the side of my head...heaving...heaving breaths...
you get the idea.
Anyway, when he was yelling at me as I was about to go in, we both stared each other, neither of us backing down. I think that was the most disrespect I've ever shown anyone... ever. I only remember that because if there was ever a time I wanted to take someone down out of anger, that was the moment.