Post by latikono on Nov 6, 2005 21:58:16 GMT -5
Oct. 1, MON
8:46pm
Subject: Weird Kid.
"Oh, c'mon Rhoda! It's how I show my affection! I really love you!" Can you believe he told me that, Diary? What a dumb pig! I'm not just going to go ahead and give him sex just because he's a horny butthole who can't keep it in his pants! Sheesh! I'm only seventeen years old for goodness' sake! That's what Nate told me at Homecoming last Saturday, and man was I cheesed off. He just wouldn't stop touching me and trying to french kiss me out in the middle of the dance floor - Talk about rude! After I told him to stop and he wouldn't, I just finally tore away from him and told him to hit the road. Yes, Diary, I dumped Nate, finally. What did I see in him? Sure, he's kind of handsome and is overall pretty responsible for his age, but I never realized how childish, immature, and totally selfish he was. I couldn't stand him, I got rid of him, and I don't care. Next topic.
At Homecoming, I also bumped into Laura and Beth, my best friends. I'm so glad they were there to keep me company when Nate left. We pitched out money together and bought a set of photos to remember the event (I can't wait to get them - In one of the poses, I was picking Beth's nose, lol), though right now, I'm still feeling pretty bitter about Nate.
So anyway, that concludes Saturday. I'd rather not discuss more about it.
Today was a pretty routine, usual, boring day at Gotham County High. I didn't realize how diverse I was with my social groups - Throughout the day, I checked in with the preps, the Goths, the punks, the jocks, the nerds, and the drama kids. The cliques are pretty tight, especially with the Goths and preps, but they've somehow allowed me to get into their conversations and such. I hate how they judge one another though - Not all of the Goths are so depressed and whiny, not all of the preps are stuck-up and seeking attention, the nerds aren't all brains and moodily reclusive . . . Gosh, how do they come up with those conclusions? Too much TV, that's what I say. But alas, America's media does have a pretty strong hold on mind control over gullible teenagers. Sometimes I really hate my own "kind."
Anyway, I digress once again. There's this strange kid in most all of my classes (excluding fifth period, choir). I never noticed him before, but today, somehow, he caught my attention. He was absent in math first period, but was present in science the next hour. The teacher, Gutierrez, was talking about how we were going to dissect a frog on Friday, and the kid raises his hand and asks with his eyes wide open with excitement like he was at a candy factory, "Will it be living?" After Gutierrez said no, he just slumps down in his desk and mutters for everyone to hear, "What fun is that then? Any half-wit can open up a dead carcass, but it takes a real skillful mind to identify the rush of emotions and behaviors that come around when the blade is placed to its heaving belly." Creepy, I know. Yet at the same time, I kind of like him - He's a character. Definitely eccentric, but somehow cool. He managed to make me laugh at least. When the lunch bell rang, I pushed and shoved through the rush of idiots fleeing in every direction off campus to grab myself pizza and fries before they were out. Once I got that, I headed towards the tables outside the cafeteria and near the planters where I always eat with my closer friends. On my way though, I saw that kid sitting under one of the trees in the lawn outside the library, cradling what looked like a dead bird in his lap. At first I was going to at least wave and say hello, since it looks like he doesn't have any friends, but that bird creeped me out - It wasn't dead, but it was dying, and the kid was playing around with it like a child. He lifted up its wings, stroked its back, and poked its head, and meanwhile was watching with this inquisitive, serious look, like a real scientist at work - I've never really seen any teenager have that kind of gleam in their eyes before. I can tell he's pretty smart, but he's still creepy. I sometimes joke to myself, wondering if he's a serial killer or a deranged psychopath in disguise.
Anyway, then I went to English and then choir, then off home I went. On my walk home, I briefly talked to Nick, my neighbor, about the usual small talk stuff - The weather, other neighbors, politics, gas prices . . . And good news for him, his wife's baby is due in any day now. I gotta remember to get them a gift later, whenever I get my next allowance. I'm remarkably happy about other couples' happiness, probably because I'm determined to die alone. Guys aren't worth it anymore - I can make it on my own. All they do is whine, call you pretty, and then want to get your pants off. I mean, he-ello! I have a brain, and a heart, and a personality! Stop telling me I'm beautiful, stop telling me I'm pretty. Other than the fact that it's not true, it disgusts me to think that that's the only thing you men can compliment! Are you that shallow, that you can't dig deeper to get a girl's knees really knocking, like, by complimenting my good morals, or my personality! Sheesh!
Urgh, I digress again! Sorry, Diary. Anyway, I've been sitting here in my room for about an hour now just rehearsing my music for choir. For whatever reason, I still can't get that kid out of my head. He's just so . . . weird, and fascinating. I'm honestly trying not to judge him, but something about him just doesn't seem right. But I won't succumb to my own immature instincts! I'll be friendly tomorrow, and I'll try and at least become acquaintances with him. After all, we do have something in common - We both like the darker side of things.
Maybe he's a bit more obsessed, but I'm not all peaches and cream, hee hee.
Until we meet again, Diary. I'm going to go and grab dinner, then get a good night's sleep, I hope. Then again, with being enrolled in high school and all, I won't get sleep until I've graduated and never have to attend a school again, hm?
8:46pm
Subject: Weird Kid.
"Oh, c'mon Rhoda! It's how I show my affection! I really love you!" Can you believe he told me that, Diary? What a dumb pig! I'm not just going to go ahead and give him sex just because he's a horny butthole who can't keep it in his pants! Sheesh! I'm only seventeen years old for goodness' sake! That's what Nate told me at Homecoming last Saturday, and man was I cheesed off. He just wouldn't stop touching me and trying to french kiss me out in the middle of the dance floor - Talk about rude! After I told him to stop and he wouldn't, I just finally tore away from him and told him to hit the road. Yes, Diary, I dumped Nate, finally. What did I see in him? Sure, he's kind of handsome and is overall pretty responsible for his age, but I never realized how childish, immature, and totally selfish he was. I couldn't stand him, I got rid of him, and I don't care. Next topic.
At Homecoming, I also bumped into Laura and Beth, my best friends. I'm so glad they were there to keep me company when Nate left. We pitched out money together and bought a set of photos to remember the event (I can't wait to get them - In one of the poses, I was picking Beth's nose, lol), though right now, I'm still feeling pretty bitter about Nate.
So anyway, that concludes Saturday. I'd rather not discuss more about it.
Today was a pretty routine, usual, boring day at Gotham County High. I didn't realize how diverse I was with my social groups - Throughout the day, I checked in with the preps, the Goths, the punks, the jocks, the nerds, and the drama kids. The cliques are pretty tight, especially with the Goths and preps, but they've somehow allowed me to get into their conversations and such. I hate how they judge one another though - Not all of the Goths are so depressed and whiny, not all of the preps are stuck-up and seeking attention, the nerds aren't all brains and moodily reclusive . . . Gosh, how do they come up with those conclusions? Too much TV, that's what I say. But alas, America's media does have a pretty strong hold on mind control over gullible teenagers. Sometimes I really hate my own "kind."
Anyway, I digress once again. There's this strange kid in most all of my classes (excluding fifth period, choir). I never noticed him before, but today, somehow, he caught my attention. He was absent in math first period, but was present in science the next hour. The teacher, Gutierrez, was talking about how we were going to dissect a frog on Friday, and the kid raises his hand and asks with his eyes wide open with excitement like he was at a candy factory, "Will it be living?" After Gutierrez said no, he just slumps down in his desk and mutters for everyone to hear, "What fun is that then? Any half-wit can open up a dead carcass, but it takes a real skillful mind to identify the rush of emotions and behaviors that come around when the blade is placed to its heaving belly." Creepy, I know. Yet at the same time, I kind of like him - He's a character. Definitely eccentric, but somehow cool. He managed to make me laugh at least. When the lunch bell rang, I pushed and shoved through the rush of idiots fleeing in every direction off campus to grab myself pizza and fries before they were out. Once I got that, I headed towards the tables outside the cafeteria and near the planters where I always eat with my closer friends. On my way though, I saw that kid sitting under one of the trees in the lawn outside the library, cradling what looked like a dead bird in his lap. At first I was going to at least wave and say hello, since it looks like he doesn't have any friends, but that bird creeped me out - It wasn't dead, but it was dying, and the kid was playing around with it like a child. He lifted up its wings, stroked its back, and poked its head, and meanwhile was watching with this inquisitive, serious look, like a real scientist at work - I've never really seen any teenager have that kind of gleam in their eyes before. I can tell he's pretty smart, but he's still creepy. I sometimes joke to myself, wondering if he's a serial killer or a deranged psychopath in disguise.
Anyway, then I went to English and then choir, then off home I went. On my walk home, I briefly talked to Nick, my neighbor, about the usual small talk stuff - The weather, other neighbors, politics, gas prices . . . And good news for him, his wife's baby is due in any day now. I gotta remember to get them a gift later, whenever I get my next allowance. I'm remarkably happy about other couples' happiness, probably because I'm determined to die alone. Guys aren't worth it anymore - I can make it on my own. All they do is whine, call you pretty, and then want to get your pants off. I mean, he-ello! I have a brain, and a heart, and a personality! Stop telling me I'm beautiful, stop telling me I'm pretty. Other than the fact that it's not true, it disgusts me to think that that's the only thing you men can compliment! Are you that shallow, that you can't dig deeper to get a girl's knees really knocking, like, by complimenting my good morals, or my personality! Sheesh!
Urgh, I digress again! Sorry, Diary. Anyway, I've been sitting here in my room for about an hour now just rehearsing my music for choir. For whatever reason, I still can't get that kid out of my head. He's just so . . . weird, and fascinating. I'm honestly trying not to judge him, but something about him just doesn't seem right. But I won't succumb to my own immature instincts! I'll be friendly tomorrow, and I'll try and at least become acquaintances with him. After all, we do have something in common - We both like the darker side of things.
Maybe he's a bit more obsessed, but I'm not all peaches and cream, hee hee.Until we meet again, Diary. I'm going to go and grab dinner, then get a good night's sleep, I hope. Then again, with being enrolled in high school and all, I won't get sleep until I've graduated and never have to attend a school again, hm?
