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Seriously? Black mood right now. I asked her out - totally suave and everything. I got a rose and I put it in her book bag. She saw it and just looked up at me, so I said "It's weird if I give you flowers when you're not my girlfriend, right? So I have a remedy for that . . ." and she looked at me funny, so I just had to finish my statement, of course, and it was really awkward because I could see what was coming and I said ". . . do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Then I crossed my fingers and toes and waited.
BLACK MOOD RIGHT NOW.
She said she'd think about it. Think about it? Really? Is that all you got? Its a simple question, yes or no. I won't explode if you say no. Frikkin' women!
If I could express myself using my pencil it would look like kkkkfggjttbkdddtbfkkkcccxckttfqxc. A string of harsh consonants and anger.
I guess she hasn't said "no" yet, so I'm technically still in "consideration." I hate my life.
I've been thinking a bit too much about highschool lately. Can you tell? HRM?
ReplyDeleteSo this is past? Well, anyway, I hope so, for your case.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, the consonants are awesome. I do that sometimes.
The characters are all fictiona-- . . . thanks.
ReplyDeleteSorry, random quote time. But it's true, it's me (ish) I'm modifying my own story. I would be lying if I tried to convince you otherwise.
That's the most depressing part about reading something sad. You write about stuff you know.
ReplyDeleteAgreed.
ReplyDeleteExcept . . . I think that writers have a rare ability to empathize more than other people. They have that weird ability to write stuff that they UNDERSTAND. They don't have to have experienced it. I've read several books about mentally handicapped individuals, and they're just like I would imagine it to be: except the author wasn't handicapped.
How would we know what it's like, not ever having been handicapped, thus making it a good description? You do make a good point, though.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right, at least mostly, which is pretty good, when you think about it.