Blog of a Dork

  It’s official guys, my computer is dead. Yes, now is the time to mourn for our lost comrade. You were slow at times, froze up a bit to often, and would never print when I needed it the most… but you were a good and faithful friend and you will be missed. *cries softly for a moment* Yeah, one of my mom’s friends owns this computer shop and we took it in to have them look at it and they said there was nothing they could do. It’s just old and worn out. Some of the parts were salvagable though. Mom ordered a new hard drive and the guy at the shop is going to take all the data off of the old one and move it to this new one. It will also need a new mother board and a coule other things but it will be able to run with the new hard until we have the money to buy the other parts. I say we should just buy a completely new computer but we can’t really afford that.

  Speaking of money, I’m trying to earn some so I can go on the trip to Italy and Greece next year. You see, every year the juniors and seniors at the school have the oppurtunity to go on some big trip to Europe and i really want to go next year. I’ll be a senior and it will be a chance to take one finale trip with my friends. Plus the trip will be a ton of fun and I’m sure the boys over there are really cute. I put in an application at the Library and Food Stop (local grocery store) so hopefully I can get a job and convince my parents  to let me go. Mrs. B really wants me to go, she said that it would be no fun without me. *Kind of makes me feeel special* Well, we’ll see how that turns out. What else…

  Okay I’m going to share something with you guys. Something peronal and secrative that I haven’t told a lot of people about. I sort of thought I wouldn’t have to deal with it after the school year ended but I guess things didn’t work out the way I wanted. You see, as most of you already know, the Universe hates, I’m cursed with bad luck, and so on. But another thing that I’ve realized is that I must send off some kind of signal. It’s a low frequency signal that only guys can hear. It tells all the nice, sweet, funny guys to go in the opisite direction and tells all the jerks, losers, and morons to come right to me. One person in the afore mentioned group goes to my school. He is, or rather was, the biggest loser at the school. I’m serious. He’s that kid who has few friends (most of them losers), plays magic at the lunch table, wears the lamest clothes, and thinks he’s much cooler than he really is. Now I’m not the kind of person who judges people by their outward appearance or other superficial social conformities b/c I myself  don’t like to be judged. But this guy is a jerk too, he has a horrible personality I mean, he’s just not a nice guy. You might think he was when you first met him but believe me he’s not. Something about him just really creeps me out. Plus I’m one of those people who needs personal space, I don’t want anyone I’m not familiar with like touching me or being close to me… or even breathing my air. I barely even knew this guy and he was like trying to put his arm around me and stuff. So any way this guy was like… how should I put it… completely in love with me. I really don’t know why, it’s not like I’m that pretty or even nice. And let’s talk about that for a second. I wouldn’t say that I’m a complete jerk but I’m really just not a nice person. I’m very sarcastic and mean to people, usually in a joking way but still. So I was mean to this guy and tried to ignore him but he didn’t get the picture. But he was a senior this year so he graduated I thought that was it. I’d never see him again and not have to deal with it anymore. Boy was I wrong. My friend Christina, who knows all about this, was at Walmart and saw on of this guy’s friends. And the friend was asking why I didn’t like the guy and what was so wrong with him and why couldn’t I give him a chance. (The same stuff that the guy asked me all the time). Then, here’s where I get to the actual point of this if it actually has a point, he tells her how the guy like loves me and that he cries over me and is all depressed that I don’t like him or whatever. Now as I said before, I’m not really a nice person but I’m not devoid of human emotion. I have empathy, I know what it’s like to like someone who doesn’t like you back. *moment of silence for my past failures in dealing with the oposite sex* So now I feel really bad about the whole situation. I mean, he cried wouldn’t that make you feel bad. Though the fact that he cried does make him seem like a wuss, but that’s not the point. I just hate knowing that I’m responsible for making someone else feel so bad. Even if he is a jerk and a loser he’s still a person and it’s not right… oh. You see the kind of delimmas I have. The friend gave Christina the guy’s number. There is no way in Hell that I’m going to call him but still I feel like I should. Like that would be the morally decent thing to do. I’d e-mail him if I knew his e-mail, that would be simple and I wouldn’t actually have to talk to him. Then I could justs block any other e-mails he sent me and never have to deal with it again. *stare into space confused and sad* You see, you see what my life is like. I shouldn’t have to deal with crap like this. When you tell a guy you don’t like him then he should be like ‘ok, sorry’ and go deal with it. Believe me I’ve done my fair share of dealing with crap, especially when it comes to guys. Why can’t life be simple? Why can’t I find some guy that I could be comfortable to be around and just have fun hanging out with them? Is that so hard? Is that so much to ask? Really? Now guys I want your honest opion on this. I’d tried to let this guy down gently it’s not my fault that he can’t get over me. But… he cried… huh. Should I feel this bad about it? I mean it’s not my fault right? It’s that guy’s problem and I shouldn’t worry about it. But I just feel so bad, guilty I guess you could say. I’m not a completely horrible person am I? I’m so confused. Why can’t boys just be simple? Maybe it’s just me. I’m unlucky and hated by the  Universe and cursed to forever have bad luck with boys. Oh… life is so messed up. Well, I’ve been writting for forever and I’m sure you’re tired of reading about my screwed up life so I’ll stop now. I don’t really have anything else to say anyway. Cry On For Me, My Readers

  Sorry, but I haven’t posted anything in quite some time. Our computer is on the fritz, but it’s rather old and that’s too be expected from time to time. I’m on dad’s laptop right now. Our insurance company has decided thet they aren’t going to insure old houses any more. So we are getting the house refinanced or something like that. Mom says that it should bring our insurance rate down and we will pay less. Then we’ll have more money and we can buy a ew computer, yeah! So, what’s happened since I last posted?

  I had my first car accident, nothing bad. It was just a little fender-bender but it freaked me out a little bit. My mom came and we decided to run some errands before I went to school. (The wreck happened while I was on my way to school.) I didn’t get there until the end of 3rd period. It turns out that one of my friends, Lindsey, had seen my car at the accident but not me and she was so worried that she was crying. Then some other people saw her crying and thought that I had died. Ha Ha Ha. It’s kind of funny when you think about it. I wonder if anyone would have cared if I had died. Hmm? I guess some people worried. The preppy kids wouldn’t have cared. The sophmores would just be worried about who got my parkingspot. Ha Ha Ha. That’s so morbid. Let’s see… what else.

  Prom was so much fun!!! It was great, hanging out with my friends and dancing and stuff. Guys look so hot in suits. Elliot looked nice, lol. Yeah, I really enjoyed it. Next year I think I’ll go with a date. It’d be nice to have some one to dance all the slow songs with. Then afterwards me and a couple other people went over to Megan’s house and watched some movies. I ended up crashing on her couch that nice. When I woke up my hair (which took forever to do) was still in tact because it had so much hair spray in it. I thought that was funny.

  Only one more week of school left. Yeah!!! I’m so excited, next year I’ll be a senior. It’s kind of wierd to think about that, graduating and going off to college. I’m going to miss the seniors from this year (Dulcey, Ilea, Frank, and so on). And what else is happening next week? That’s right, Water War 2005! *In deep anouncer voice* Teams of 4 will compete using only water guns and their own natural instincts. Only one will survive to become the champions. *Back to my normail voice* Yeah, It’s going to be great. I don’t think my team will win but it will be fun to play. I’m going to get Josh good, ha ha ha. Lindsey will be easey to hit, so will Christina and some other people. That’s right Christina, I’m coming for you! There are some other people that aren’t playing that I’m want to shout anyway. Like Elliot, that would be fun. And deffinately Bobby, that’ll probably make him mad (I think he hates me anyway so I guess it doesn’t matter). Oh, good times are comming. Summer should be enjoyable. Okay, that’s all I have to say for now I think. So, Go Shoot People With Water My Readers!