Last week, I told Jonathon to figure out the name of the dude for me. I told him to tell me by Thursday, last week. Well he failed. I mean, it wasn't his fault. He said it was because he hasn't seen a dude for a long time. I told him that maybe it's because he's a senior. And then Jonathon was like, "I could've sworn he was a junior."
That was today. So I had a little hope in my heart that I might see him. He might've stopped coming to school to relax or something. But my hopes were ruined after 1st period ended. I asked a dude in my class if he knows a dude with snakebites. (The dude I asked was the same dude I had a crush on that my friend stole). Let's call him J for now. So J was like, "Yeah. Wait? Is he really white or spanish?" I was like, "I think he's Spanish." And he was like, "Does he have a Justin Bieber hair cut?" And I was like, "Yeah." And he was like, "Oh his name is Kevin. He just graduated this year."
Cue in the doom music and my hopes tearing into pieces.
I know his name now. I just searched him on Facebook using my stalking skills. It was definitely him even though only the side of his face was showing. Not even his eyes or anything like that. But you could see one snake bite perfectly. It was obviously him. But I couldn't look further since his whole page was on private. So I sent him a friend request hoping that I could write a little message in it saying, "Hey where did you get your snake bites done?" So atleast I had a reason for friend requesting him. I'm a complete stranger to him if you happen to not know.
I sent the request anyway. But then I canceled. And I decided to search him up on MySpace. [Just to see if I could find better pictures of him.] There was no luck in that. After awhile of indecisiveness, I sent the friend request again and just hoped for the best. Not too long later, he accepted it. And I waited a little but the tension was killing me. I snooped through all his pictures.
Let's just say that he's definitely cute. But I'm not as obsessed with him anymore. I don't know if my expectations weren't met. Or maybe the pictures of him and his girlfriend together. Yeah... that's probably it. At least I'm not one of those girls that get even more attracted to a dude when he's in a relationship. But now I don't really feel like asking that snakebite question as much anymore. I guess my heart is satisfied. I was kinda depressed when I found out he was a senior but now I'm kinda glad he is one. I don't know why.
Hey, I might see him at the senor graduation. Maybe... If I even go to play there because our orchestra is playing Pomp and Circumstance along with the band for senior graduation. But one of the girls in my class said that no one ever goes. I'm not about to get dressed and driven some miles to a center to see seniors I don't even know graduate and play for them.
Enough of sexy dude. Who's name is Kevin btw. He looks like a Kevin. The other dude that I thought was him was named Kyle. At least I was kinda close.
So today at lunch, one of my friends said I sat down weird. Now I'm a little paranoid. How do I sit down weird? Then another one of my friends chimed in and was like, "I just noticed now. You do sit down weird."
Then I started looking around the table to make sure I'm not the only one who thinks this is crazy. "Do I sit down weird? How do I sit down weird?" Then the friend who chimed in was like, "You sit all innocently and stuff." How do I sit innocently? I just plop my butt down. But the friend who made the comment couldn't even explain. He was like, "I don't know what you're talking about but you do sit down weird. I just can't explain how." So I got up and sat down again to see in what way do I sit down weird. Then he was like, "Nope. Now you're sitting down normally since everyone's watching you."
Then this conversation somehow led up to him wondering what if people had to clap before they sat down. And my clapping, I don't mean slapping your hands together. Where I live, there's this dance that's called "clapping". And it's when your buttocks slap against each other like when your hands clap together. It's as disgusting as it sounds. And all the black girls around here know how to do it. Okay, maybe not all of them but most of them. And this dancing is followed up with a boy standing behind you, close to your butt, as you slap your buttocks together.
This is how nasty the dances around here are.
So the dude said tomorrow, he's gonna start clapping before he sits down. Let's see if he remembers. I'm scared.
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