brodyblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mr.nerd and mr.perfect normal. normal. normal??? what is normal now a days anyway??honestly nobody is normal if we were we wouldnt know anyways.so who can really say they want a normal life???no one can.but if they do you just know that they dont know what they're talking about.there are different levels of normal i suppose.im going to think about this..... normal- conforming to a norm standard. ahhh!!!this doesn't help me.well i guess im left to ponder this subject.its like an itch that you can't scratch. when you really want to know something, but its like the whole world is keeping it from you.damn thinking hurts. anyways, i haven't been writing because there hasn't been much to say, actually im really lying...there's so much.but i don't want to type it all. but i will say this, i was at a party and there was this perfectly perfect guy there and he was trying to hit on me.now this was a native party. so i guess you can say i was out of my element.with the hip-hop blaring in the background i sat in the corner wondering what i was doing there. like a new kid on the first day of school...horrible metaphor but thats how i felt. i was a little tipsy i guess and i was asking where the classic rock was.."hey is there any HEART" oh so sad.there wasn't. then this guy(the perfectly perfect guy) is staring at me, and me being the nerd i am say "why are you looking at me like that,gees" i thought he was trying to be mean. then much to my surprise he says "what! i can't give you the eye?" weird huh??i think so too. then he said he liked slipknot...and automatically i start belting out wait and bleed.but not in a metal way just how i sing. then he looks at me "you have a beautiful voice" holy fuck was he serious???im thinking its the vodka!!!! but then i realized he and i were not as drunk as everybody else..we both were buzzed. he tried to make me dance to this hip-hop nonsense. he grabbed me by the hand and started to dance with me.i sat down and i told him i didn't want to dance, its not that i didn't want to dance with him....its just that i can't dance. no really!i can't dance to save my life. its really embarassing. i mean if i saw me dancing i would either laugh or cry, probably cry. so, there was this other guy at the party, well it was his house and his younger brother was throwing the party.he was kinda a geek. i guess. he had these huge buddy holly glasses, and in the back of my head i was thinkin,hmm hes kinda cute. yeah thats me for ya. well as mr.perfect was trying to dance w/me mr.nerd comes in and he over hears that i hate hip-hop. he says"well i have some really good cd's .want to come listen to them with me?" for some odd reason i jumped at the chance!!!! mr.perfect looks at me and then gives mr.nerd a look like what the hell are you doing? and he says "what?!?!" as i leave.strange.strange.strange. so i end up in the mr.nerds room for hours.no,no don't worry we didnt do anything. we listened to bowie, and the pixies, he had great musical taste. and we talked about everything from how we never really landed on the moon to how flying machines were invented thousands of years ago. it actually turned out to be great.yup yup theres a downside. turns out he was 25 and had some kids. crazy huh? mr. nerd turned into mr.old man.well shit he made good conversation though. i told him i was 17 and he said i seemed much older. a couple hours later i went home....that was my friday night. the end 10:56 p.m. - 2004-05-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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