You killed the joke...thanks guys.
Righty-oh...I woke up around 8 this morning and I was like, "Hmm...I'm going to check my e-mail." Yeah, I'm a geek. Get used to it. Besides, you know you guys heart the geek. Anyway, I get on the computer, and Rachel's on. So we get to talking and all, and we talked about how Britt's birthday is tomorrow, and a week later is Gaither's HomeComing. I asked her if she had a date for Homecoming, and she was like, "You..." I was like, "Who?!" So then she finished her sentence with, "...or so that's what everyone thinks!" I couldn't believe my ear--I mean eyes! So I was like, "You've gotta be kidding me!" Apparently, she's not. Okay, guys...time to set the record straight:
I am in the living room of residence 2-B on Calle Miguel Hernandez (my street) in Fernan-Nuñez, Cordoba, Spain. According to Google Earth (yes, I'm still obsessed with that God-sent program), that means I'm about 4,441.28 miles away from the India Conference Center, where Gaither High School's HomeComing dance is to be held. Give or take a few miles, that's the way it's going to stay. I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't buy the ticket to come to Spain, so I can't change it. My parents can, but they aren't willing. I even asked, jokingly, if it was possible to have me home in time to "meet my angels at the front door" at HomeComing, and their answer was, "Not no, but HELL NO!" At least...that was my mom's response...Dad's response was a little more vulgar, but I'll just say that he said "something along those lines." She said that people were saying, "Well he's been dropping little hints like he's going to come back and we know he's going to show up at Homecoming." Like I said, guys, I'm sorry. I haven't been dropping hints. If you know me, you know that I'm the type of guy that tries to turn a sad or painful situation into a happier one. Listen...I know it sucks that I'm in Spain, and I know you guys miss me, and believe me...I miss you too. I would give my thir--err...left leg to be able to come back to the states this very moment...but I can't. See? There I go again, making jokes to try to "soften" a situation! Okay, let me try to just cut the crap and put it as bluntly as possible. I'm in Spain...and I will be here until at least Thanksgiving, if not Christmas. How in the world can I be in Spain AND at HomeComing at the same time?! Not only that, but what you think are "hints" are really JOKES. They started between myself and my angels because I realize that I WON'T be able to see them for what will seem to be an eternity, so instead of moping around about it, I'm the type of guy who jokes around about it to "soften" the issue. I make jokes like, "So...do you know anyone who needs a date to HomeComing? Because I'd lo--err...I have a FRIEND who would LOVE to go!" and "What color vest should I wear to HomeComing?" Frankly, it sucks royally that I can't be there with the people that I cherish most, and it really saddens me to know that I won't be able to see and hug my loved ones again for a long time, so what do I do? I make a joke out of it. It's what I do. Call it a defense mechanism. Call it whatever you want. It's something I do because I'd rather see people smile than see them cry. So instead of feeling sad every time I have to think about the fact that I'm half a world away from the people I care about, I try to make a joke out of the situation, so that hopefully, just MAYBE, when I think about it, a smile will come to my lips instead of tears coming to my eyes.
About Rachel's date:
I know it's odd that Rachel's being secretive about her date (because it's OBVIOUSLY me...*pffft!*...I WISH), but she's being secretive to ME too! Yup, she won't even tell ME who her date is! All I know is that it's a guy and he doesn't go to Gaither. That's about it. So knowing Rachel, it'll probably be Jason (her newfound love interest). Honestly, that's just my opinion, but if it is, I know she'll be happy all night. So yeah, about Rachel's date, she won't tell me who it is. Abuela (my grandmother) must've told her about how I'm a gay spy to the Russian government's "big-brother"-esque internet company, UNY. See, there I go again, making dumb jokes so that you'll smile...maybe even laugh.
So get it straight, guys. Bottom line: I'm NOT gay, I'm NOT a spy, I DON'T work for the Russian government, and I'm NOT going to HomeComing, so don't get your hopes up, don't hold your breath, and don't wait up for me. Have fun. Enjoy your night...WITHOUT me.
Sorry if this post may have been a little rude...I just wanted to set the record straight.
I am in the living room of residence 2-B on Calle Miguel Hernandez (my street) in Fernan-Nuñez, Cordoba, Spain. According to Google Earth (yes, I'm still obsessed with that God-sent program), that means I'm about 4,441.28 miles away from the India Conference Center, where Gaither High School's HomeComing dance is to be held. Give or take a few miles, that's the way it's going to stay. I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't buy the ticket to come to Spain, so I can't change it. My parents can, but they aren't willing. I even asked, jokingly, if it was possible to have me home in time to "meet my angels at the front door" at HomeComing, and their answer was, "Not no, but HELL NO!" At least...that was my mom's response...Dad's response was a little more vulgar, but I'll just say that he said "something along those lines." She said that people were saying, "Well he's been dropping little hints like he's going to come back and we know he's going to show up at Homecoming." Like I said, guys, I'm sorry. I haven't been dropping hints. If you know me, you know that I'm the type of guy that tries to turn a sad or painful situation into a happier one. Listen...I know it sucks that I'm in Spain, and I know you guys miss me, and believe me...I miss you too. I would give my thir--err...left leg to be able to come back to the states this very moment...but I can't. See? There I go again, making jokes to try to "soften" a situation! Okay, let me try to just cut the crap and put it as bluntly as possible. I'm in Spain...and I will be here until at least Thanksgiving, if not Christmas. How in the world can I be in Spain AND at HomeComing at the same time?! Not only that, but what you think are "hints" are really JOKES. They started between myself and my angels because I realize that I WON'T be able to see them for what will seem to be an eternity, so instead of moping around about it, I'm the type of guy who jokes around about it to "soften" the issue. I make jokes like, "So...do you know anyone who needs a date to HomeComing? Because I'd lo--err...I have a FRIEND who would LOVE to go!" and "What color vest should I wear to HomeComing?" Frankly, it sucks royally that I can't be there with the people that I cherish most, and it really saddens me to know that I won't be able to see and hug my loved ones again for a long time, so what do I do? I make a joke out of it. It's what I do. Call it a defense mechanism. Call it whatever you want. It's something I do because I'd rather see people smile than see them cry. So instead of feeling sad every time I have to think about the fact that I'm half a world away from the people I care about, I try to make a joke out of the situation, so that hopefully, just MAYBE, when I think about it, a smile will come to my lips instead of tears coming to my eyes.
About Rachel's date:
I know it's odd that Rachel's being secretive about her date (because it's OBVIOUSLY me...*pffft!*...I WISH), but she's being secretive to ME too! Yup, she won't even tell ME who her date is! All I know is that it's a guy and he doesn't go to Gaither. That's about it. So knowing Rachel, it'll probably be Jason (her newfound love interest). Honestly, that's just my opinion, but if it is, I know she'll be happy all night. So yeah, about Rachel's date, she won't tell me who it is. Abuela (my grandmother) must've told her about how I'm a gay spy to the Russian government's "big-brother"-esque internet company, UNY. See, there I go again, making dumb jokes so that you'll smile...maybe even laugh.
So get it straight, guys. Bottom line: I'm NOT gay, I'm NOT a spy, I DON'T work for the Russian government, and I'm NOT going to HomeComing, so don't get your hopes up, don't hold your breath, and don't wait up for me. Have fun. Enjoy your night...WITHOUT me.
Sorry if this post may have been a little rude...I just wanted to set the record straight.