Friday, April 10, 2009

Smells Like Teen....Perspiration

While cleaning out the laundry room, I came across my old High School diary (OK—”journal”; diaries are for girls). In any event, I thought I would share my entries for 1 fateful day during the spring semester of my Junior year. Check it out:

Monday, 7:45am

Just got to school and saw S. Man, I like her. I wonder if she likes me and would go to the dance with me on Friday. I better find out; I will ask my friend to ask her friend to ask her if she would be willing to go to the dance with me.

Monday 8:12am
My friend reports back: Her friend told my friend to tell me, “Ask her yourself!”. Hmph.

Monday 10:02am
After getting beaten up in the 2nd floor bathroom, I arrive only 5 minutes late to Chemistry class. As luck would have it, the only available seat is right behind S. I intentionally drop my pencil next to her, but before I can bend over to pick it up, she intentionally kicks it about 15 feet to the right. I consider this "a minor setback”. Unfortunately, since I no longer have a pencil, I also get marked for being “unprepared”.

Monday 12:30pm
Lunchtime. I convince myself not to sit next to S. It’s all good because I have to pick up the tray of food I dropped immediately after leaving the food line.

Monday 2:37pm
I finally corner S. at her locker. I ask her, “Do you wanna go to the dance with me on Friday?” She asks, “Can you dance?” I shoot back, “That’s really besides the point, don’t you think?” Quick reflexes allow me to avoid the swinging locker door as she marches off.

Monday 2:55pm
I see S. meet up with B., a rather large boy who I might have met earlier on in the 2nd floor bathroom. No matter. I have more important things to do—like listening to my favorite album, Country Life by Roxy Music, and closely inspecting the album cover for important recording information.

Ah, youth.


Dave said...

The person who marked "Interesting"--was that for the blog post or the album cover? Just asking. I guess I should be grateful that someone read the blasted thing. Or merely looked at the pictures.

MP said...

I love Roxy Music too! But didnt feel the need to inspect the cover.

Dave said...

That is why you are woefully underinformed on important recording information.

Tina said...

What happened to her?

Dave said...

Well, I kept tabs on her for the next year or so--but after that I cannot say. Restraining Orders can do that, you know.

Jeff Tompkins said...

Whoa. Wait a minute. I too bought that album and was transfixed by the recording information on the cover. But what do you mean by "listening to" it? Was there something inside the cover? I never got past that.

Dave said...

Wow, that's like my thesis on Dirty Work (shameless plug for previous blog post)--but in reverse.

And yes, there is some good music behind those, uh...liner notes. Whew.

brookeamanda said...

I did a post a while back on diary entries from when I was in grade's great to look back and read about what we thought was soooo important back then!

Dave said...

First of all, thanks for stopping by and commenting. I read your diary posting and thought it was quite funny--like the rest of your blog.

Second, if I remember correctly (and my therapist said that might never happen), I spent approximately 95% of my time in High School chasing after girls I never could hope to attain.

The other 5% was spent talking to my friends...about girls I never could hope to attain.

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