So after all this Copper Hills craze by me the past couple days I've busted out the old Senior Year Journal. I know I haven't written in a LONG time and I'm really due to make some people laugh in life (most notable Lori Hand, Rachel's friend at work) so I've decided to take the plunge with another journal entry. The problem is, pretty much EVERY one of them except the first one I posted is SO embarrasing I get cold feet every time. I've decided that IF and/or WHEN I post these they will simply require some SERIOUS up-front commentary.
So this entry has to do with my Senior Year Homecoming date and the Homecoming Royalty voting, etc. I had asked Courtney Sorenson to the dance (which of course I have a journal entry about) and suffice it to say I thought I was going to be some big stud going to the dance with her and totally kiss her and make her my girlfriend, etc. etc (yes, you guessed right, none of that happend). So anyways, here are the true feelings of the balltrain regarding my ability to "mac" on chics (in this case particularly Courtney, with apologies to her if somehow she ever reads this) and my feelings towards my candidacy for Homecoming King. With my additional comments in italics:
10-12-99-Tuesday
I am such a gay fag. I barely got nominated for Homecoming King yesterday. I got nominated at the last second by the Girl's Tennis Team of all things. Anyways, today was the interviews to narrow it down to the finalists. I thought I did awesome (which I did), but when it started getting late and I didn't get a call I started feeling all sorry for myself. I got a call from Lexi Harlan (student body officer) a few minutes ago. I'm real excited, especially because now I can ask Courtney to escort me in the assebly, that's sure to score some points (Yeah-I couldn't because you couldn't ask somebody from school-my sister Stephanie escorted me). I want this real bad, but I'm sure everyone else does, too. Oh well, I really just wanted to be in the assembly, and now I am, who knows from there (I know, I'm a freaking tool loser!).
I talked to Courtney a little at lunch today. I totally blew it. I acted so stupid, I was in NO ZONE whatsoever. But, I had a plan to recity myself. Nick Zachman aids in her 8th period class with Mr. Randall. He was supposed to hit on her for me in front of the class. I even wrote a poem from this GAP commercial (I still remember the commercial! but sadly not the words to the poem) for Nick to read. Too bad he never did it and when I went to ask Courtney if Nick gave her the poem, she answered "no". I felt so dumb. I was at a low point for the day. Hopefully tomorrow, when I ask her to escort me, I'll have more lines up my sleeve than the empty air I was gasping for today.
Wow, to be eighteen again. That was brutal.
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Baller, I had no idea you were that self aware in high school. I admittedly wasn't nearly as cool as you in school. Gotta love the fragile teenage ego.
HAHAHA!!! Oh man I am sorry I screwed that one up for you! I do not even remember any part of that. But I still apologize. HA! Oh man that was funny
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