Post by jackfrost on Jan 29, 2005 21:16:03 GMT -8
There are many occurences in one's life, where one feels so incredibly stupid that it goes beyond reason. Why in heavens name this has to happen to everybody, well, I'm not sure even God knows.
The day of one of my stupid occurences happened to be quite a beautiful one. My hair had decided to like me, I had my school done, and it had snowed a large amount the night before, which also, in it's own little way, caused me to be gleefully happy. I like snow.
As I waltzed along, humming with contentment, I noticed a rather charming sight. Fluffy white snowflakes danced lightly round his dark brown head. Which, by the way, happens to be quite lovely indeed and then it turned in my direction. My heart gave a thump and leapt like an excited froggy up my throat and dropped like an anvil down to my toes.
The snake. The lizard. The two-faced vile WHORE!! She was TALKING TO HIM!! I fumed.
"He's mine, hun," I hissed threateningly, making sure that it was quite incoherant and inaudible to those around me. But lo! He looked again at little old ME!! A hesitant smile graced my face, one which I am MOST pleased to say, he returned.
I think it's quite possible that you are wondering what exactly is going on, and where I am and the low down on this beautiful chap whom I have just described to you. So, without further ado (I like that word...ado...) I'll tell you.
I am Laura, but called Lolly by my friends. The boy that I have told you about is named Jimmy. I, as I am relating this scene to you, was walking by where he works (family own liquor store) with my dearly beloved chum Leah. A few things I must add. This is NOT a happy story. Nor is it something you should be giggling evilly about! You should be touched that I am telling you, because it's difficult to recall without tears of embaressment welling up in my large brown eyes. So there!
In any case, as my heart flip flopped like a summer sandal, Leah noticed me conspicuously staring at him like a love-lorn beagle. The beagle just wants something though. Which I guess, applies to me too. But, as my luck would have it, Leah and I turned a corner and were lost to view.
"You're so hopeless," Leah snickered, in a loving way of course. I quite maturely stuck my tongue out at her, then withdrew it again quickly, not knowing whether it would freeze solid in those two seconds it was exposed to our ten-below weather.
"I know," I sighed and stuck my fuzzy lion mittens in my coat pockets. We walked in silence a few moments, then suddenly Leah erupted into a roar of constirnation.
"Damn it to Hell," she shrieked, banchee-like and did a dance of fury on the sidewalk. I blinked at her owlishly, trying not to burst into contortions of mirth at her antics.
"What's the matter," I instead inquired politely.
"I lost it! I LOST it!! I freaking LOST IT!!" Her loud exclaimations were met with the sort of silence you hear when at a funeral of someone everybody hates and is trying not to laugh wickedly with pleasure of that someones death. Two days before, when I had lost my sister's new Relient K Cd, she was highly amused and expressed it by laughing hysterically at my impending death. (I certainly didn't think it was funny.) But, because I love my Leah dearly, I consented to retrace out steps until we found whatever she had lost. It was her cell phone by the way. Not such a great thing to lose. Nopers! And here comes the moment of my utter humiliation. I was wearing a knee-length black skirt that morning, being on my way home from church. It's needless to say that I was fervently regretting it, for it was dreadfully chilly outside. As we rounded the corner, Jimmy exited his store, and at the same precise moment I hit a patch of ice....My high heeled shoes were in no way grippy and so, with the air of a practised diver, I gracefully flew into the air and landed with a cushiony, billowing WHUMP. You think that's bad, it only gets worse...
The day of one of my stupid occurences happened to be quite a beautiful one. My hair had decided to like me, I had my school done, and it had snowed a large amount the night before, which also, in it's own little way, caused me to be gleefully happy. I like snow.
As I waltzed along, humming with contentment, I noticed a rather charming sight. Fluffy white snowflakes danced lightly round his dark brown head. Which, by the way, happens to be quite lovely indeed and then it turned in my direction. My heart gave a thump and leapt like an excited froggy up my throat and dropped like an anvil down to my toes.
The snake. The lizard. The two-faced vile WHORE!! She was TALKING TO HIM!! I fumed.
"He's mine, hun," I hissed threateningly, making sure that it was quite incoherant and inaudible to those around me. But lo! He looked again at little old ME!! A hesitant smile graced my face, one which I am MOST pleased to say, he returned.
I think it's quite possible that you are wondering what exactly is going on, and where I am and the low down on this beautiful chap whom I have just described to you. So, without further ado (I like that word...ado...) I'll tell you.
I am Laura, but called Lolly by my friends. The boy that I have told you about is named Jimmy. I, as I am relating this scene to you, was walking by where he works (family own liquor store) with my dearly beloved chum Leah. A few things I must add. This is NOT a happy story. Nor is it something you should be giggling evilly about! You should be touched that I am telling you, because it's difficult to recall without tears of embaressment welling up in my large brown eyes. So there!
In any case, as my heart flip flopped like a summer sandal, Leah noticed me conspicuously staring at him like a love-lorn beagle. The beagle just wants something though. Which I guess, applies to me too. But, as my luck would have it, Leah and I turned a corner and were lost to view.
"You're so hopeless," Leah snickered, in a loving way of course. I quite maturely stuck my tongue out at her, then withdrew it again quickly, not knowing whether it would freeze solid in those two seconds it was exposed to our ten-below weather.
"I know," I sighed and stuck my fuzzy lion mittens in my coat pockets. We walked in silence a few moments, then suddenly Leah erupted into a roar of constirnation.
"Damn it to Hell," she shrieked, banchee-like and did a dance of fury on the sidewalk. I blinked at her owlishly, trying not to burst into contortions of mirth at her antics.
"What's the matter," I instead inquired politely.
"I lost it! I LOST it!! I freaking LOST IT!!" Her loud exclaimations were met with the sort of silence you hear when at a funeral of someone everybody hates and is trying not to laugh wickedly with pleasure of that someones death. Two days before, when I had lost my sister's new Relient K Cd, she was highly amused and expressed it by laughing hysterically at my impending death. (I certainly didn't think it was funny.) But, because I love my Leah dearly, I consented to retrace out steps until we found whatever she had lost. It was her cell phone by the way. Not such a great thing to lose. Nopers! And here comes the moment of my utter humiliation. I was wearing a knee-length black skirt that morning, being on my way home from church. It's needless to say that I was fervently regretting it, for it was dreadfully chilly outside. As we rounded the corner, Jimmy exited his store, and at the same precise moment I hit a patch of ice....My high heeled shoes were in no way grippy and so, with the air of a practised diver, I gracefully flew into the air and landed with a cushiony, billowing WHUMP. You think that's bad, it only gets worse...
I loved the descriptions and can't wait to read more 
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