Post by Sophronia on Jun 22, 2006 19:59:34 GMT -5
This is a true story about what my life was like last year with my beloved Will. He's such a cornball. Enjoy, and help, because I need some feedback!
I am going to be honest with you. I thought this guy was a complete dork until…wait, I still think he’s a complete dork. That’s probably because he is. He actually told me one time that he took a test from the doctor, and it said he was six percent insane. And I was hanging on his every word. Did I believe him? No. Who would? But I liked him, so big deal about everything else. Now I look back and wonder why I ever doubted those words, “it said I was six percent insane”. Because it’s just so obvious that he really is.
Okay, let me start at the beginning. His name is Will. I never knew his last name until fourth grade, and he’d been going to my school for about three years by then. But his name was called over the loudspeaker in homeroom that he needed to go somewhere to do something, or so I thought, and they announced his full name. I was giggling to all of my friends of how weird his last name was. Because, you know, it sounded like something you might name a rabbit if you were three.
Anyway, that’s the beginning, I guess, but you might call the REAL beginning the day we started hanging out. Actually, I have no idea when that was. It was sometime in the beginning of sixth grade, and I was probably just walking around at recess with my friend Zoe. Or it could’ve been in art class…yes, we’d shared the same art class…but that was it. Will wasn’t in any of my other classes. And besides that, we have never done anything in the same social realm before. We never hung out with the same people, we never had any shared interests…I was in the ‘horse-freak’ group, and Will was in the ‘computer-nerd group’. Or something like that.
Well, he must have liked me before he approached me at all…it wasn’t obvious to me, of course, since I’m a dork as well, but a blissfully oblivious one at that. Will comes up to me, and we start talking. He buys me a granola bar and a bottle of water, and then I sit on the wall next to the picnic table, crunching away at the snack, while Will stands all extra close in front of my knees and tells me frightfully incredible yet disgusting stories. I’ll give you an example, and I’m not joking when I tell you this. Will is a Listerine freak. He carries the mouthwash in his backpack, and has about twenty strip packs in his pocket at all times.
One time at his house, he told me, he chugged a whole bottle of Listerine mouthwash. His friend Adam filmed it. You may see it on the internet sometime…he has it up on some page. I have yet to discover the URL. Anyway, after he’d drunk the whole thing, guess what? I think you know. He throws up everything in his goddamn stomach, and not on the floor, oh no…he rushes to his bedroom window and retches out that way, straight down, on his mother’s flower garden.
Smart.
I am going to be honest with you. I thought this guy was a complete dork until…wait, I still think he’s a complete dork. That’s probably because he is. He actually told me one time that he took a test from the doctor, and it said he was six percent insane. And I was hanging on his every word. Did I believe him? No. Who would? But I liked him, so big deal about everything else. Now I look back and wonder why I ever doubted those words, “it said I was six percent insane”. Because it’s just so obvious that he really is.
Okay, let me start at the beginning. His name is Will. I never knew his last name until fourth grade, and he’d been going to my school for about three years by then. But his name was called over the loudspeaker in homeroom that he needed to go somewhere to do something, or so I thought, and they announced his full name. I was giggling to all of my friends of how weird his last name was. Because, you know, it sounded like something you might name a rabbit if you were three.
Anyway, that’s the beginning, I guess, but you might call the REAL beginning the day we started hanging out. Actually, I have no idea when that was. It was sometime in the beginning of sixth grade, and I was probably just walking around at recess with my friend Zoe. Or it could’ve been in art class…yes, we’d shared the same art class…but that was it. Will wasn’t in any of my other classes. And besides that, we have never done anything in the same social realm before. We never hung out with the same people, we never had any shared interests…I was in the ‘horse-freak’ group, and Will was in the ‘computer-nerd group’. Or something like that.
Well, he must have liked me before he approached me at all…it wasn’t obvious to me, of course, since I’m a dork as well, but a blissfully oblivious one at that. Will comes up to me, and we start talking. He buys me a granola bar and a bottle of water, and then I sit on the wall next to the picnic table, crunching away at the snack, while Will stands all extra close in front of my knees and tells me frightfully incredible yet disgusting stories. I’ll give you an example, and I’m not joking when I tell you this. Will is a Listerine freak. He carries the mouthwash in his backpack, and has about twenty strip packs in his pocket at all times.
One time at his house, he told me, he chugged a whole bottle of Listerine mouthwash. His friend Adam filmed it. You may see it on the internet sometime…he has it up on some page. I have yet to discover the URL. Anyway, after he’d drunk the whole thing, guess what? I think you know. He throws up everything in his goddamn stomach, and not on the floor, oh no…he rushes to his bedroom window and retches out that way, straight down, on his mother’s flower garden.
Smart.
