The Stupid Thing I Did Today

Greetings.


I don't know what your opinion of me may be based on this blog, but most people will tell you I am not impulsive and I normally make wise decisions. Well, okay, maybe not wise, but certainly not stupid. Sensible decisions is almost what I am known for. I'm indecisive when it comes to personal problems, but when there is a choice I have to make, I usually choose the one that works out the best for everyone involved and these choices usually come up everyday.

Today, however, I may have made the wrong one.

Chill out, it's not like I killed anyone or anything. Picture this: It's state "No-Child-Left-Behind" testing week at Horizon and the seniors don't have to take them. (Ha ha) So, we go to the theater and of course we have a speaker. Not just any speaker, a local policeman talking about local teens who are affected by car crashes. He even brought one of the mothers of one of the teens who died. I cried, but I freaked out at a couple points because of the blood. Okay, that didn't go too bad.

After that, we went out to the basketball courts where the car show was. Car show? What car show? Horizon has a car show and the winners of certain categories get something in the yearbook about them. I entered my new royal blue Prius - named Grover, like from Sesame Street - that I got on Sunday (I don't remember if I said anything about that) in two categories: Best Looking Ride and Nicest Interior. Bennie, Joss, Joseph and I just hung out in the car while everyone else sweat in the uncharacteristically hot sun. It was fun. I won Nicest Interior. I should; Grover has built-in sheepskin (I didn't order it) seat covers and still has that new car smell. =)

So far, so good, right? Nothing stupid. Yet.

Well, we go back to the theater for the awards and whatnot and we finish everything a little early. We have about half an hour before we're allowed to go to an all-school lunch. (The weird thing is they usually give us more time during all-school lunches and today they didn't.) Anyways, the activities director staff person whatever called for two girls and two guys. Two guys immediately went up and a single girl went up after much prodding. No other girl wanted to participate - which is weird because almost all of the cheerleaders were in the front three rows - so I just walked up there. It started with a quiz show - I won with the question "What is sand?" and my answer was "granulated sedimentary rock". The boys surrendered. - and then progressed to a dance-off. Here's the stupid part. I didn't sit down. Instead, they played some unidentified song with a kind of sweet sticky sexy beat and I just went with it. I was swaying, rocking, body-rolling, shaking, shimmying, I even took off my sweater in kind of a striptease-y way. The crowd went wild. I won. Normally I get second but the other guy who usually wins didn't participate today.

I'm not done. After the dance off, we still had 10 minutes left, so the activity lady called for singers. I volunteered. I was up there all ready. I sang "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry. The crowd was clapping and having a good time. I fumbled a bit on the lyrics - I don't know the song as well as I know, say, "Hot N Cold" - but they were having fun. This decision was probably not a stupid as my striptease (ha ha), but I saw my friends' faces. They were embarrassed during all of it, especially the dance. It made me feel really sad. I know I did something stupid, but Bennie, Joss, and Joseph could have at least tried to have fun...

It kind of hurt my feelings. The others' friends were having a great time, cheering for them. Mine were blushing, sinking down in their seats, covering their faces. They didn't even try to be supportive of me. Oh well... it just kind of hurt, you know? Sigh... And people wonder why I don't volunteer more.


Hugz
HM

Mood Swings and Sadie Hawkins

Greetings.

You know how guys are always complaining about us girls and our mood swings? Well guess what: We have our reasons to be moody. I have observed several times that guys just don't take in what's around them. They, unfortunately, don't communicate or conversate unless their wives/fiancés/girlfriends have them trained like that piano-playing cat. Girls, on the other hand, take in too much. We notice details, listen, converse at twice the speed of light. We baffle our male counterparts. And we have mood swings because we absorb so much.
Mood swings are very common for me. I'm a level one bipolar. It means I can go from happy to sad in milliseconds. I mean, you could say a single sentence and I fall apart. Or you could say, "Nice hair, HM," and I get all happy. I noticed this during second period choir. Joss, Bennie, Chase, and I were playing BS and I was in one hell of a bad mood. And then out of nowhere, I felt really good. And then as soon as Joss mentioned Freddy and the fact that Saturday is the Sadie Hawkins dance, I got all depressed again. Joss, who is going with Freddy, wants Bennie to go with Stan and for me to go with someone. I don't have anyone and I don't want to go stag. Heck, I don't really want to go at all. When you're an overweight white girl who can't dance unless she has her eyes closed or unless someone has given her the choreography, dances are in the Top 10 Places You Never Want to Set Foot In. Besides, I'd prefer if they did their double date alone. When I had Nate or Vic or Wayne, I hope I didn't brag too much. I mean, they didn't go to my school so the only way to keep them with me was to talk about them, but now I'm on the other side and I really hate it. What's worse, there's two of them and I'm the only one left out. Mind you, I know who I want to ask to Sadie Hawkins. But Joseph hates dancing and pop music and basically everything at a dance.
I am so screwed. More as my psychomania develops.

Hugz
HM