Cross post from rl blog
This was on my blog for my family.
Which means I included and changed the names of real people.
Which means I colored other 'random' words.
Which means its long.
Which means its under a cut.
Initially, coming out of French class, I am in a very good mood. I happen to really like French class, see, and today we spoke much French. Very pleasant. French is also my last period, which is always a relief, so I was practically singing on my way to the bus.
I leave the school through the choir hallway because 1)it is very convient from my French class (but won't be from my locker, which I'll start going to tomorrow) 2)it has notices and occasionally people from the choir world that I need to keep in notice with 3)it's right by my bus 4)it's how I got outside last year and I am a woman of habit. Yesterday, on the first day of school, the choir hall was absolutely packed with people. Today, however, there was ONE (I swear, how does that happen??) person in the hall...the ONE I didn't want to see....a guy named Matt.
To spare you and myself the long, excruiating, and embarrasing story of how I met and grew to highly dislike Matt, I'll give you a quick summary. Matt is my personal creeper...it's an unfortunately common occurance for HS girls, apparently. And to exemplify his level of creeperness, within twenty minutes of learning Matt's name, he said the four words I have grown to cringe and squirm at since- "So, First Kiss Time?"
Ladies and Gentlemen, never, ever say those words. There should never be a reason to. Ever. Unless you've been dating until engagement and still never kissed and its a joke or something. It's awkward, unromantic, CREEPY, and just bizarre. But, if that still doesn't deter you, at least don't say it WITHIN TWENTY MINUTES. THAT'S JUST SICK AND WRONG.
...and yes, I did have some unfortunate responsibility in "leading on" Matt within those twenty minutes, hence the 'embarrasing' part. But regardless....he's the creeper, I'm just a bit spineless when FREAKED OUT OF MY MIND.
Okay, back to TODAY. I saw Matt in the hallway and found myself pretty much stuck. Although I've been avoiding him all summer (easy) in hopes of getting his attention off of me and tried to avoid him all yesterday (difficult, as he seems to be part ninja), all I really accomplished was realizing he's still a creeper. and cue Michael Jackson's "Thriller"! Thank you, shuffled iPod! Unfortunately, this was not an opportunity for me to avoid him. I pretty much HAD to walk down that hall, and as he was alone, when he saw me and put out his arms spreading out to eternity, looking for a hug with his chipper "Raaaaaaazzi!".
I was not as clever or quick-thinking as Christine suggested I should have been, by just high-fiving him and running off, ducking under his arms. It wouldn't have been difficult as he's practically double my height. However, I just managed to smart myself into trying to force the hug to be one-armed. After that, I quickened my pace, trying to have as small of small talk as he would allow. Some guy caught him and started talking, and I was almost at a run. The bus was so close!
Not close enough, apparently. I was halfway to my bus when I heard him shout "Raaaaaazzi!" at a volume not even I am deaf enough to pretend to ignore. When I turned around, he hit me with "Do you want to go to Turnabout with me?"
No, ladies and gentlemen, that was not a typo. Shall we make a numerical list of why that's a million layers of crazy? 1)Turnabout is LADIES' CHOICE. Hence the name Turnabout. 2)Turnabout isn't until winter! I haven't even seen people around school aking eachother out for Homecoming and that's in the next month! 3)I've talked to this kid a grand total of...what...five unfortunate times? 4)You aren't supposed to ask people to dances that casually anyway. 5)Can we multiply 1 and 2 by a trillion?
So I told him I didn't even know if I was going, he gave me 'time to think about it' as if I needed any got on the bus, called my 'daughter' , and freaked out. Jenessa decided that she wants to get a posse of 'tough' mormons to indimidate him away from me, namely boy 1; my tall, slightly-intimidating senior friend, boy 2; a big black kid and friend who 'used to' like me, my 'daughter'; who looks like she could break all your bones; and The friend who came up with the idea, who likes to pretend she is black. Another friend, who has always wanted to tell this kid he is a major creeper, wants to either join them or be my cue cards holder for my confrontation idea.
I'm hoping I can tell him, straight up that he was really creepin' me out that one day (when I met him) and that no, I do not want to go to the dance with him. Because I am thinking any other answer like "I wanna go wif friends" or "it's ladies' choice, so I'm pretending you never asked" wouldn't deter this crazy kid. One friend doesn't think I'll have the guts to follow through and a part of me agrees with her but we're all hoping I can do it.
Cause this kid is right underneath homework and Standardized tests that I was not looking forward to for the school year.
But mostly I just wanted to post something today and this seemed like a good thing to do.
It's just long. And I definately wish it didn't exist in the first place.
Which means I included and changed the names of real people.
Which means I colored other 'random' words.
Which means its long.
Which means its under a cut.
Initially, coming out of French class, I am in a very good mood. I happen to really like French class, see, and today we spoke much French. Very pleasant. French is also my last period, which is always a relief, so I was practically singing on my way to the bus.
I leave the school through the choir hallway because 1)it is very convient from my French class (but won't be from my locker, which I'll start going to tomorrow) 2)it has notices and occasionally people from the choir world that I need to keep in notice with 3)it's right by my bus 4)it's how I got outside last year and I am a woman of habit. Yesterday, on the first day of school, the choir hall was absolutely packed with people. Today, however, there was ONE (I swear, how does that happen??) person in the hall...the ONE I didn't want to see....a guy named Matt.
To spare you and myself the long, excruiating, and embarrasing story of how I met and grew to highly dislike Matt, I'll give you a quick summary. Matt is my personal creeper...it's an unfortunately common occurance for HS girls, apparently. And to exemplify his level of creeperness, within twenty minutes of learning Matt's name, he said the four words I have grown to cringe and squirm at since- "So, First Kiss Time?"
Ladies and Gentlemen, never, ever say those words. There should never be a reason to. Ever. Unless you've been dating until engagement and still never kissed and its a joke or something. It's awkward, unromantic, CREEPY, and just bizarre. But, if that still doesn't deter you, at least don't say it WITHIN TWENTY MINUTES. THAT'S JUST SICK AND WRONG.
...and yes, I did have some unfortunate responsibility in "leading on" Matt within those twenty minutes, hence the 'embarrasing' part. But regardless....he's the creeper, I'm just a bit spineless when FREAKED OUT OF MY MIND.
Okay, back to TODAY. I saw Matt in the hallway and found myself pretty much stuck. Although I've been avoiding him all summer (easy) in hopes of getting his attention off of me and tried to avoid him all yesterday (difficult, as he seems to be part ninja), all I really accomplished was realizing he's still a creeper. and cue Michael Jackson's "Thriller"! Thank you, shuffled iPod! Unfortunately, this was not an opportunity for me to avoid him. I pretty much HAD to walk down that hall, and as he was alone, when he saw me and put out his arms spreading out to eternity, looking for a hug with his chipper "Raaaaaaazzi!".
I was not as clever or quick-thinking as Christine suggested I should have been, by just high-fiving him and running off, ducking under his arms. It wouldn't have been difficult as he's practically double my height. However, I just managed to smart myself into trying to force the hug to be one-armed. After that, I quickened my pace, trying to have as small of small talk as he would allow. Some guy caught him and started talking, and I was almost at a run. The bus was so close!
Not close enough, apparently. I was halfway to my bus when I heard him shout "Raaaaaazzi!" at a volume not even I am deaf enough to pretend to ignore. When I turned around, he hit me with "Do you want to go to Turnabout with me?"
No, ladies and gentlemen, that was not a typo. Shall we make a numerical list of why that's a million layers of crazy? 1)Turnabout is LADIES' CHOICE. Hence the name Turnabout. 2)Turnabout isn't until winter! I haven't even seen people around school aking eachother out for Homecoming and that's in the next month! 3)I've talked to this kid a grand total of...what...five unfortunate times? 4)You aren't supposed to ask people to dances that casually anyway. 5)Can we multiply 1 and 2 by a trillion?
So I told him I didn't even know if I was going, he gave me 'time to think about it' as if I needed any got on the bus, called my 'daughter' , and freaked out. Jenessa decided that she wants to get a posse of 'tough' mormons to indimidate him away from me, namely boy 1; my tall, slightly-intimidating senior friend, boy 2; a big black kid and friend who 'used to' like me, my 'daughter'; who looks like she could break all your bones; and The friend who came up with the idea, who likes to pretend she is black. Another friend, who has always wanted to tell this kid he is a major creeper, wants to either join them or be my cue cards holder for my confrontation idea.
I'm hoping I can tell him, straight up that he was really creepin' me out that one day (when I met him) and that no, I do not want to go to the dance with him. Because I am thinking any other answer like "I wanna go wif friends" or "it's ladies' choice, so I'm pretending you never asked" wouldn't deter this crazy kid. One friend doesn't think I'll have the guts to follow through and a part of me agrees with her but we're all hoping I can do it.
Cause this kid is right underneath homework and Standardized tests that I was not looking forward to for the school year.
But mostly I just wanted to post something today and this seemed like a good thing to do.
It's just long. And I definately wish it didn't exist in the first place.