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2008.03.06

None of these go together, I just felt like writing them down.

Games I inexplicably enjoy playing even though I suck at them.

Euchre
Corn Hole (yes, it's a thing.)
Scrabble
Bowling
Trivial Pursuit
Wii Tennis
Whirly Ball

Things that keep happening even though I don't want them to.

Snow days.
Snow storms.
Sinus Headaches.
Winter in general.

Entry from a friend's 9th grade diary that made me laugh.

Boyfriends:
Evan: 3 months
Scott*
Sam: 6 weeks
Matt: 1 day
Andrew*

*= Did not go out, just really like a lot.

Entry from my 9th grade journal which made me want to punch someone in the head.

I realized tonight at 8pm that I hadn't talked even once all day. Literally, I didn't speak at all for the entire day.

No teachers called on me. No one said hello to me. I didn't need to say excuse me to anyone. I didn't order lunch. Everything I did required no speech.

Now that I think about it, I don't usually talk all day. It's amazing how you can be surrounded by people and really have no need to ever talk.

Next page:

Holy Crap I Am Depressing.

Comments

Wow, Melissa. I feel really bad for your 14 year old self.

I would have talked to you.

What I think is ironic, though, is the fact that I read your blog all the time, read about all that you do and how interesting it all is. How witty you sound. The fun parties, the crafts, the travel. Basically, how cool you are. Then I think how it is a good thing I will probably never meet you because I'm pretty sure you would think I was boring. You know, I just wouldn't be accepted into your clique.

Isn't it all crazy?

In my 6th grade journal I used to make a daily list of every person in my class and the order in which I liked them that day. In my journals in junior high I logged a little spreadsheet of every boy I had ever danced with at a school dance, with a complicated rating system. Thank you for reminding me to be grateful I don't have to go back to those days. And to be kind to my children as they muddle through them!

Thank goodness you found your voice.

Euchre is really, really big in SW Wisconsin, where I went to college in the late 90's. I tried to learn that game for 4 years and never quite got the hang of it. Could have been the simultaneous games of quarters that was the problem, but regardless, I suck at that game. (Quarters, on the other hand, I rule at!)
Jules
House of Jules

I so appreciate you and your candor. Thanks for always being honest. And I, for one, think yer the bees knees!!!

Also -- BIG HUGS to your 14-year-old self. I so would have talked to you and drawn you in and been your friend.

I love cornhole. And I'm within driving distance of you. I've fantasized about how I would paint mine....uh, I mean my game. (That didn't sound right with the painting of my cornhole and all.) Anyway, if you should ever decide to start a cornhole league, count me in!

At least you had a sense of humor--even then!

i have to say, i find the name "euchre" even funnier than "corn hole." corn hole is just so obvious, ya know?

i'm thrilled that i can't find any of my junior high diaries, because i think they would totally throw me right off my meds.

euchre. heh.

I am the MASTER of Wii Tennis. My pro ranking is like double-pro, over 2000. I rule.

Just stumbled on your blog and I'm really enjoying it. This entry was great. I laughed, I cried...

The fact that you went all day without speaking is why I make a point as a teacher to talk to every child who comes into my library. They may not respond to my greeting but at least they've been spoken to during the day at school.

And my jr. high and high school--oh heck, even/especially college--are just too dramatically amusing to read now.

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