Sooo... I have never been asked to a school dance. So this year I decided to take things into my own hands. So you remember Grapejuice boy? Yeah I decided to do this elaborate thing to ask him to homecoming and well... shit. So you would think that the first thing you should do before asking someone to homecoming would be to see if they had a date. Well fuck me. I spent around two hours making this puzzle deciphering thing that would spell out "Will you go to homecoming with me?" with the intention of giving each piece of the puzzle to him during each period along with coffee and stuff. Well after I planned everything including asking people to do me favors and give him the thingys... I finally asked my friend if he had a date. Well, turns out he did. Some chick name Alathea or something who's in college. Who the hell names their kid Alathea and what a predatory cougar, right? So now I feel like an utter idiot and now I'm gettting a whole bunch of "rejection" sympathy from my friends which isn't making me feel any better. It's not like I asked him and got rejected! I just had plans that got changed is all.
I guess part of me is relieved but truthfully I'm a little heartbroken. To think that I even bothered... Yeah, life sucks and then you die so I'll get over it eventually. Well shit.
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