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azurelunatic) wrote2002-04-10 10:52 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-04-10 10:52 am
Being a Romantic History of the Lunatic, v. 1.0
This is a rundown of my romantic history since the beginning of time. If you don't give a flying fuck at the moon, skip it. Otherwise...
I started falling in love in preschool. I was madly in love with a guy named Zarin for a while. At first I thought my friend was a girl, honestly. At that age, it's hard to tell unless you're naked.
In first grade I fell in love with John. He was the class clown and he ate glue. Then I fell in love with my best friend's brother Jay. He was a year older than me and very cute and very bright.
In second grade, Jay said, "See? I'm cool," to a friend of his, and kissed me on the cheek and then ran away.
When I was in fifth grade, Jay dumped snow on my head every time I sat on my favorite swing. I would giggle. Throwing snowballs was prohibited, but dumping snow was not. Jay left the elementary school at the end of that year for middle school.
Also in fifth grade, I met the first girl I'd have a serious crush on, a very cute girl with dark eyes and dark hair and very pale skin and the whole elfin waif look. I had no clue that I was half in love with her until far later.
Sixth grade, I fell in love with Ty Keltner. Nice guy, really nice. He's still just as cute as ever, and is a reporter for the UAF college newspaper. We weren't precisely dating, but we were a couple, one of two official School Couples. The other couple was one of the twins and some chick. He gave her flowers every now and then. Ty and I played a lot of tetherball, hung out at recess, played Connect 4 and chess at lunch, and got teased by our younger siblings.
In the following summer, I held hands with him, hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
That was where my love life stopped being simple.
For seventh grade, Ty and I went to different middle schools. He eventually fell out of our relationship and broke up with me in a big screaming fight. (All the screaming was mine.) Michael Crouteau asked me to go out with him in seventh grade; thinking he was taunting me, I refused and hit him over the head with a library book (softcover) when he persisted. This could have been my entrance into the "cool" crowd. I didn't care much for the "cool" crowd.
I had random assorted crushes on guys during eighth grade, many of them named Ben.
Ninth grade. High school. The beginning of my Epic Novel, which was originally created to keep track of the funky love life situation. First day of school, this guy Bryan tries to set me up with his friend Eric. I fall for Eric hard. Eric does not particularly care for me. Bryan falls for me hard. Bryan also gets a humungous crush on C*, the most gorgeous senior girl in school, who happens to be dating our friend L*, the Official Freshman Class Loudmouth Lesbian Blackbelt Witch.
Bryan and I eventually start up something that quacks almost like a relationship, though I am still horribly in love with Eric, and refuse to technically "date" him.
(end of part 1)
I started falling in love in preschool. I was madly in love with a guy named Zarin for a while. At first I thought my friend was a girl, honestly. At that age, it's hard to tell unless you're naked.
In first grade I fell in love with John. He was the class clown and he ate glue. Then I fell in love with my best friend's brother Jay. He was a year older than me and very cute and very bright.
In second grade, Jay said, "See? I'm cool," to a friend of his, and kissed me on the cheek and then ran away.
When I was in fifth grade, Jay dumped snow on my head every time I sat on my favorite swing. I would giggle. Throwing snowballs was prohibited, but dumping snow was not. Jay left the elementary school at the end of that year for middle school.
Also in fifth grade, I met the first girl I'd have a serious crush on, a very cute girl with dark eyes and dark hair and very pale skin and the whole elfin waif look. I had no clue that I was half in love with her until far later.
Sixth grade, I fell in love with Ty Keltner. Nice guy, really nice. He's still just as cute as ever, and is a reporter for the UAF college newspaper. We weren't precisely dating, but we were a couple, one of two official School Couples. The other couple was one of the twins and some chick. He gave her flowers every now and then. Ty and I played a lot of tetherball, hung out at recess, played Connect 4 and chess at lunch, and got teased by our younger siblings.
In the following summer, I held hands with him, hugged him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
That was where my love life stopped being simple.
For seventh grade, Ty and I went to different middle schools. He eventually fell out of our relationship and broke up with me in a big screaming fight. (All the screaming was mine.) Michael Crouteau asked me to go out with him in seventh grade; thinking he was taunting me, I refused and hit him over the head with a library book (softcover) when he persisted. This could have been my entrance into the "cool" crowd. I didn't care much for the "cool" crowd.
I had random assorted crushes on guys during eighth grade, many of them named Ben.
Ninth grade. High school. The beginning of my Epic Novel, which was originally created to keep track of the funky love life situation. First day of school, this guy Bryan tries to set me up with his friend Eric. I fall for Eric hard. Eric does not particularly care for me. Bryan falls for me hard. Bryan also gets a humungous crush on C*, the most gorgeous senior girl in school, who happens to be dating our friend L*, the Official Freshman Class Loudmouth Lesbian Blackbelt Witch.
Bryan and I eventually start up something that quacks almost like a relationship, though I am still horribly in love with Eric, and refuse to technically "date" him.
(end of part 1)
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