
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.
11 comments:
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.
I love Roxy Music too! But didnt feel the need to inspect the cover.
That is why you are woefully underinformed on important recording information.
What happened to her?
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.
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.
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.
I did a post a while back on diary entries from when I was in grade school...it's great to look back and read about what we thought was soooo important back then!
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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