School Dances and the Other Gender
I went to the school dance today and got my groove on. There's are only eight words to describe my school dances: A GAS TANK FULL OF SWEAT AND BLEH
Not to mention the lower grade levels have HORRIBLE dance moves (not like mine are any better, but it's one of the perks of being old that no one gives you horrified looks)! Imagine if you gave a duck caffine and sugar (which I'm not saying you should). Either they have a heart attack or they spaz out. And let me tell you, the lower levels' dance moves were a combination of those.
You know what kinda sucks about being in a hot, sweaty room? It makes your brain turns your brain into mush and you may or may not embarrass yourself. And I think that happened with me. I'm not sure though.
Your memory also may or may not be fuzzy.
I didn't spill anything, fall over, or kill anyone, but I may or may not made myself look like a total ditz over this guy I had a crush on in 5th grade. In 5th grade, I had a huge crush on him. He was this rocker, emo, bassist guy and he was actually not a jerk.
Then we got older. And he's not that much of a jerk, but he's PERVERTED. So that kinda miffed the crush-ness I had for him.
But you know how's there's this one clique of eccentric rockers who are popular but not the stereotypical blonde/cheerleader/jock popular? Yeah, he's one of them. And there's this HEAD eccentric rocker musician who girls just FLOCK to him even though he's extremely perverted. I mean, they're pretty cute (the guys), but he is just SO CHARASMATIC. But if you hear him talk, you'll want to SLAP him because he is SO PERVERTED. And people want to be like him which is NOT COOL. I have first period with him and his followers (there's this one guy, he is the WORST) and my childhood innocence was literally melting out of my ears. I can never look at a nose the same way EVER AGAIN *shudders*
You just want to shake them and yell, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND INNOCENT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!?!" and if you're super religious or you feel guilty about intruding their personal bubble, there's a church ready for Confession for your convience.
*sigh* I need some anger management classes and sleep because I am a zombie right now.
Maybe I'll semi-rant later!
Not to mention the lower grade levels have HORRIBLE dance moves (not like mine are any better, but it's one of the perks of being old that no one gives you horrified looks)! Imagine if you gave a duck caffine and sugar (which I'm not saying you should). Either they have a heart attack or they spaz out. And let me tell you, the lower levels' dance moves were a combination of those.
You know what kinda sucks about being in a hot, sweaty room? It makes your brain turns your brain into mush and you may or may not embarrass yourself. And I think that happened with me. I'm not sure though.
Your memory also may or may not be fuzzy.
I didn't spill anything, fall over, or kill anyone, but I may or may not made myself look like a total ditz over this guy I had a crush on in 5th grade. In 5th grade, I had a huge crush on him. He was this rocker, emo, bassist guy and he was actually not a jerk.
Then we got older. And he's not that much of a jerk, but he's PERVERTED. So that kinda miffed the crush-ness I had for him.
But you know how's there's this one clique of eccentric rockers who are popular but not the stereotypical blonde/cheerleader/jock popular? Yeah, he's one of them. And there's this HEAD eccentric rocker musician who girls just FLOCK to him even though he's extremely perverted. I mean, they're pretty cute (the guys), but he is just SO CHARASMATIC. But if you hear him talk, you'll want to SLAP him because he is SO PERVERTED. And people want to be like him which is NOT COOL. I have first period with him and his followers (there's this one guy, he is the WORST) and my childhood innocence was literally melting out of my ears. I can never look at a nose the same way EVER AGAIN *shudders*
You just want to shake them and yell, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND INNOCENT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!?!" and if you're super religious or you feel guilty about intruding their personal bubble, there's a church ready for Confession for your convience.
*sigh* I need some anger management classes and sleep because I am a zombie right now.
Maybe I'll semi-rant later!