Thursday, September 16, 2010


Um. Ha hem. Excuse me. I just, uh, got passionate for a minute there. Um...sorry.

As the first matter of business, I have to apologize everyone for the post yesterday. It was, well, a little hurtful. Hardly subtle. It was certainly rather immature of me, I admit. Some of you may ask now, why don't you just delete it? Well, eleven-year-old girl with pig tails and chubby cheeks, I'll tell you:

I'm still angry. This is the moment in time in which I could say, "Wait--what am I doing? This is hardly Christian of me. I'm going to delete this post right away. I can't undo everything I've done, but at least I can try to fix it."

Hm. Well, that's what I should do, but I don't think I will. I think I'll leave it there for a while, until it's likely that the target of that post might just read it. I think I'll let them feel the sting I felt. I think I'll let that sting sit for maybe three months or so. Then I'll let that sting get infected and plague its owner with a potentially fatal illness. Then, if I'm still writing on The Nerd Archives, I'll delete the post. How does that sound?

I mean, I'm still a teen! I only have so much time left until I can't justify it when I act like a huge jerk. I'll enjoy it why I can. Don't question it, huh?

(Sigh.) I'm putting on my calm face.

TODAY was Activity Day at my school. Kind of like a field day, except we did stuff inside too. It was pretty awesome, actually. They brought in a stunning magician, and we had an hour and a half of free time during lunch to just play around on the football field, karoake, or dance. Hm, guess which one I chose?

You would never guess it, because I'm always ranting about how much I hate even semi-social events, but when they do come around--I get really hyper. If I do say so myself, I'm at my funniest moments during those events, sometimes at my expense. It was scorching hot while a handful of my friends were playing football outside. I had mentioned that I felt like I was having a heat stroke about fifteen minutes earlier, so I really freaked them out when I greeted them with a drooping smile and told them I'd lost feeling in half of my face. One of them ran to get the nurse before I stopped him.

Of course, nobody took me seriously when I had a real stroke fifteen minutes later. There's an up and down to everything, I guess.

Homecoming next Saturday. I've been trying to corner two different girls, but it's killing me! I'm such a huge NERD to do this, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to quote Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. "Why do they [girls] always travel around in flocks?" This is so true! We guys aren't afraid to walk by ourselves to the bathroom for God's sake! Are you never alone?

I certainly won't go to Homecoming without a date. I don't want to be that guy who shows up to the dance without a date and wearing that stupid tuxedo t-shirt--the one who just walks up to every dancing couple and starts grinding next to random couples. I don't want to be that guy. Nor do I want to be that loser who just stands by the punch bowl the whole time, bobbing his head to the music and smiling creepily.

WHICH brings me to my last point: I sincerely miss running cross country.

I was a decent runner, but that's not what this is about. This is the first school semester since second grade that I haven't been on any athletic teams. And I hate it. I really did like belonging to a time. I liked when the principal announced over the intercom that cross country runners would dismissed for the meet that day, and I would stand up and look smug and be as noisy as possible as I packed up my bag to go. I miss that.

I even miss running. I'm stepping down from long-distance racing, (I'm running sprints instead when I do Track and Field.) But there's something so addicting about the feeling of terror and dread before the long-distance race, the empty-headed desperation and suicidal tendences felt during the race, and the immense feeling of relief after the race. You don't get that with sprints. You start sprints, you make a really stupid, concentrated face while you run them, and they're over before you know it. It's so simple when it comes to winning. Long-distance, however, is about endurance, pace, and determination in addition to speed.

God, I sound like my coaches.

But I do miss cross country. I've been resorting to running on the eliptical and around my neighborhood, which just isn't the same. But yeah, I run on the eliptical. I also exercise--lift weights and do crunches and stuff. Yeah, I'm getting pretty toned. I exercise shirtless, by the way. Just thought you might know that. I'M SINGLE! Wait--sorry, what was that? Hm?

Catch you later, guys. Take it easy.

6 people secretly have a crush on me:

Kay said...

wait... you had a STROKE? Way to underplay that little bit of information right there.

on the subject of dances, my friends are very concerned about the possibility of going to prom without dates. as you said, no one wants to go alone, and prom just looks like too much fun to pass up. Even though it's not 'til may, I may or may not be a little concerned myself... :p

I love sprinting! I originally started out as a sprinter, and I did 400-meter races. I personally don't see much of a difference between that and 5k races, except for the fact that they're quicker and not hilly and you don't have to worry about peeing your pants while your running. But I like cross country 'cause everyone seems so much nicer than in track, and everybody has to run the exact same race.

Kay said...

(forgive me for such a long comment. I had a lot to say, haha)

Macky said...

A stunning magician, eh? That sounds magical. :D [Not the stroke, though!]

Some girls go [walk around school, navigate the hallways, use the restroom] alone- no guys asks them to dances sometimes, either, trust me. Haha- your description of 'those guys' were pretty comic, though [evem though they are not 'guys' anyone wants to be].

Don't diss sprinting, please! Yes, sprinting's DEFINITELY easier than long-distance, but it's all I can run- I have the endurance of a [SKINNY-ish] elephant being chased by a cheetah. As of right now, though, I don't miss feeling left out by the mean popular girls on our track team.

You take it easy, too. ;]

Boyd said...

I'm having the same problem with homecoming right now...I don't want to be the dude in the tuxedo t-shirt grinding random couples either!

Lexa Be said...

Just drag one out of a group, or drop a note in her locker or something. Or simply between classes, because yes, not every girl has people to walk with them between classes... or it could just be me. Alas, I'm insane and rather than holding my breath for a guy to ask me *which probably shan't happen* I simply ask the guys... though they're usually gay and simply my good friends. *shrug* I send you luck with your attempt at cornering the wild beast that is a girl.

- Lexa Be

findingMuse. said...

Noooooes not a stroke!! D: ... And this is why we don't call wolf in potential situations?

My Homecoming is on the sixteenth. I finally had to work up the gumption to ask one of my friends to go. So, good news. I'm awesome enough not to get rejected. Bad news. I'm screwed into going now. Funfunfunfun.

I never have been an athlete. I mean, I can play sports, if it comes down to it, I just don't like to do it very often... Sometimes I wish I had gotten involved. I almost joined basketball in seventh grade, but I couldn't make it back and forth to games and such. Disadvantage of livin' out in the sticks.