June 12, 2004

• I think today was probably the most interesting day i've lived through since that one time in kindergarten when i brought my chicken-shaped pillow in for naptime.  And it started this whole trend and the next day there was a farm animal pillow party. Even Wade Baily, the kid that would throw mudblobs at me every recess just because i liked unicorn beanie babies, brought in a bear shaped one.  Just because of me and my good taste.

  
  

  But anyway. Today wasn't interesting in a way that it could be written down in a book or something and instantly become a best seller.  It was just interesting for me and me only.  Like an inside joke with myself.  Like a 'you had to be there' sort of thing.  But really.  You had to be there.

  
  

  The fact that it is now my real half birthday is just a small fact out of the whole kaboodle.  Yes, that's right.  I'll be fifteen in six months.  Actually no.  Five months and thirty days.  It's 6/12 right now.  But technically it's still my half birthday. 

  
  

  So besides the half birthday, in a matter of about three hours i managed to 1) convince myself to go to the eighth grade dance 2) win 'funniest girl' for the superlatives 3) cause my best friend to be on the verge on hating me 4) have Dip n Dots 5) Actually, five is private. 6) feel happy and guilty at the exact same time.  Which resulted in this half smile half frown ensamble.  Someone asked me if my braces were really that painful.

  
  

  So one wasn't that hard.  I think it was the Dip n Dots that made me give in.  Also the fact that all my friends were going.  And about 3/4 of the grade.  But usually i don't go to those types of things.  They claim it's a 'social'.  Tell me.  How can you be social when the Song of the Moment is blasting your ears off?  Sign language? Or maybe they mean 'social' as in dancing.  Actually they do. This is great for some people.  The people that have the guts and the self esteem to shake their elbows and their booties to Nsync while wearing gliterry spandex costumes in front of all their relatives.  The people that survive, if not enjoy, watching the videos of themselves dancing in their glittery spandex leotards.  But i'm not one of those people. I can't dance. Not for you, not for my relatives and their video cameras.  The only time i dance is for my victory dance.  And i only do that when i win something. Which is never.  Except for tonight, of course.

  
  

  So two was cool.  I can't really talk about it though without sounding a) conceited or b) like im trying too hard.  But that's the problem with winning something such a 'funniest person'.  Because now people will expect me to be funny for every waking moment of my life.  I might have to make a joke out of everything just to live up to my title.  And then I'd be like  Danny on the O.C who tries too hard and loses all of his friends.  Just one simple "Why did the chicken cross the road" and bam.  You're trying too hard.  You aren't a natural.  You're fired.  I feel like Marlin or Merlin or whatever Nemo's dad's name was.  He was a clown fish.  So all the little guppies wanted him to tell a joke because you know, clown fish are funny.  Obviously, right?  But the thing is that he wasn't. It was actually painful to watch him.  So that's me.  Marlin the clown fish.

  
  

  Three is definately too complicated and private to explain here. 

  
  

  Four: Dip n Dots.  The one. The only.  The main reason why i went to the dance in the first place.  The 'ice cream of the future'.  My dinner.

  
  

  And five, similar to three, is private.

  
  

  And i think six is, too.

  
  

  And i want to go to bed. 

  
  

  Peace, d

  
  

   

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