So most of these entries from the early high school days are about boys and my unfortunate luck with them.
This is me, with horrible hair, and Sarah (love you!) in the green shirt behind me and our friend Brandi looking snuggly. Amazingly we're all still friends (for the most part). This picture is from 9th grade, I believe. I think we were at a pep rally or something...no matter what, we were always together during our band gatherings because we were...cool. That's right people, we were cool.
Sept. 4, 1999 (Saturday)
"It was Bud again, because he came up to me and put his arm around me (what was I thinking?) and he was so handsome and soft and I just wanted to touch his skin. His eyes are always so blue and bashful. I had to retain myself from touching him by holding the straps of my backpack. So that entire experience was maybe five minutes long. Then ideas started brewing...after all, I had liked Bud on and off since eighth grade; it was about damn time to make a move. So I was going to call - but his mom is remarried and I don't remember the name, though I do believe it's Warren. I planned on talked to him at school; I was way too busy with classes and work to even make time to see him. On top of it all, a boy in band was talking to me on the matter. The same day I saw Bud, I told Stanley about the venture. Only Stanley. Then Garcon [code name that is lost to me now] tells me that afternoon that he had talked to Bud that same day. "I told Bud that some girl in band liked him, and he said he didn't care." Surely Garcon overheard me on the matter. I didn't think about the fact that if Garcon truly had overheard me, that he wouldn't have been able to talk with Bud that day. Friday comes along and at the pep rally, Garcon turns to me, a mimicking look on his face and tells me, "Oh yeah, Bud said today that he would never go out with you, ever."
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ReplyDeleteI SO forgot about calling Stanley Garcon. I can't remember the origins of that either (b.t.dub - he's on ye olde FB as well). I can't remember Bud. All I DO remember (even if you say you had crooked teeth and bad clothing) is being SO jealous (in a good way) of you. As close as we were, I always wanted to look like you, have the confidence (that we now know was put on..ha!) and friends you had. Isn't it amazing how we perceive ourselves and others, particularly at that age? Man, looking back at these pictures, I think the little bit of confidence I DID have was misplaced. Chubby, crooked teeth and DEFINITELY bad clothes. Oh well :) Loved you then, love you more now!
ReplyDeleteI'm going to start scanning yearbook photos....is that kosher? well, who cares. I'll do it anyway.
ReplyDeleteSarah, are you sure that Stanley was Garcon? I'm thinking it was this little trumpet player guy...he had blonde hair and glasses, but I can't think of his name...Shane maybe?
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