i think i'm more interesting when i'm angsty...
went to the swing dance last night. the entire situation is rather amusing. i got a ticket yesterday morning before chapel, and here's my summary of how:
( let me explain--no, wait, there is too much. let me sum up.--inigo montoya )
( let me explain--no, wait, there is too much. let me sum up.--inigo montoya )
However, apparently friends knew I was a huge Sisters fan, and so first I get a call from one friend, who is at the window and wants to know if she should buy me a ticket. I say don't worry about it.
Then another friend ten minutes later who says "it seems I have extra tickets... So I can drop one off for you?" I still didn't feel into the idea, though I really wanted to see the Sisters (I think I actually liked the idea more of crying about missing the show).
The last friend, five minutes later emails me and says "get clothes on when we arrive. I have your ticket. shut up-- you're going."
And I gave my ticket away to some teenager on the street (she said someone stole her ticket and I thought, "oh, I remember when I was her age... what would I want me to do.")
I ended up unwittingly bumming cigarettes off the band (when I saw eldritch, however, I almost choked and said nothing, I barely recognized the rest,) and dancing by myself outside for the first song, after which the bouncer opened the gate and said "get in".
There was just no time to cry. (Oh, what a cheesy reference!)
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Sounds like you had an interesting night though!
(I fear the word "swing" however.)
This line stings: "i wouldn't really know, as no one hit on me in highschool, but i think most guys started talking to girls by then. i don't think he did."
I can sympathize with this boy if that is true.... neither did I really--except to talk about violence, depression, and to listen to them complain about their boyfriends, to which I was sympathetic, and never (even though the opportunity occasionally arose) opportunistic. Needless to say, I had few dates. But I was still very popular among a number of girls just because they knew I'd never hit on them. So I guess my market value as a pal never allowed me to mature in some aspects until college. And the attempts at hitting on girls in high school was quite tragic. College, different story. But I try not to remember high school too much.
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I'd ask why he made your life miserable, but that's none of my business. We all had our nemeses in High School, but they are better forgotten.
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it's the sort of thing i wonder about, sometimes. i've heard people say they wish they'd stood up for someone in highschool, that kid who got picked on. i was that kid. i never had to make that choice. i'm glad for that, i think. and even at the time, i noticed that as long as they bothered me, they left my friends alone. i decided i could live with that.
after the "ring-leader" left (i.e. was kicked out), the guys who used to follow his lead just sorta stopped. i even made friends (or at least peace) with a couple of them. for all the misery he caused me, i think he was probably just being a stupid kid. he never saw me cry, so i don't even know if he realized that he made me cry. probably just as well, though--i doubt it would've helped. junior and senior year of highschool, i could sit down next to anyone and chat with them without feeling too uncomfortable. i still felt out of place, but seeing people smile when i walked by (and scaring senior boys when i dressed uber-gothy one day) made the last two years tolerable. ^_^
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they left me so bloody it was actually what made me start wearing black and aviator glasses. At 6'4 and in black all the time, I basically became an object of fear (it was a really academic school, so there were few thugs in high school, so people counted me.)
Anyway, due to the persona that developed, I found that I could scare bullies, and at one point found myself staring down the entire football team because they took over the cafeteria table of a couple of little d&d nerds. (... and they backed down ;-) )
(but I was shakin' in my boots!)
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and i salute you for defending the d&d nerds. i'm one of 'em. ^_^
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