August 18
From my brain
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2006
Me 08:30, 18 August 2006 (EDT)
So, my wife is banging some college guy...me. :)
- Me: So, I'm sorry for asking this, but...am I in officially or not?
- Mark: (student advisor): Actually yeah. At this point, we just need to get in your high school transcripts...which you already requested...and get your financial aid done. You've done all that.
- Me So, we're just waiting on the paperwork to come in?
- Mark: Pretty much. I gotta tell you, you're doing great. I've got some students who I'm still trying to get info from the day before classes start.
...I'm a college guy now! ZOMG!
2003
Me 01:16, 18, August 2003 (EDT)
Memories of unfights, euchre lunches, old crushes, and a chair pulled out...
Ah...reunions.
Ack...reunions.
Honestly, it wasn't THAT painful. At the very least, I can almost say it was fun. The people that I hoped were able to loose a few pounds (like myself), the few pounds. The people that I hoped would gain a few pounds, gained a few pounds (proving God is just).
Unfight
A long story which I've told to people time and again was actually ACCURATE in my memory. It was in the same time period of my migraines, and those tended to leave my head with several gaps. Surprisingly enough Jesse remembered the details exactly as I did: spontaneous, stupid, and I actually did throw him against a door, walking away from it afterward.
Euchre Lunches
As I hear it, playing cards at lunch wasn't a rarity...lots of guys did it. Just so happened that we were the only ones during our lunch periods that did it regularly enough to be remembered. Ben (drunk as SHIT as he was for the evening) recalled that we were an outcast group. Score round 2 for my memory.
Old Crushes
I was an incurrable, hapless (never hopeless) romantic all throughout H.S. So there I was, carnations in hand, leaving them for a secret sweetplace in my heart of the time. Then, apparently she found out who I was, and she went off, "Stop it! Stop it right now!" Crushed by my own crush.
We were eventually back to being good friends a few weeks or so after the incident, but it was still an achy spot in the heart of an 18 year old guy.
Today, we're both married (to different people of course), but Gretchen still has just as pretty of a smile and as attentive ear as memory serves of all those weeks and months in study hall.
A Chair Pulled Out
Wow! This one was almost as surprising as the original event. Of course, I had to save it for last...
A guy named Tony in my class distinctly recalls an event from FOURTH GRADE and what he did to me.
- Tony: "So there we were in our fourth grade 'reading circle'. Right before we were to start, I walked behind him [me] and I went to pull out his chair from behind him. Honestly, I completely thought he saw it, but apparently, he didn't. I remember it as vividly as ever that he went to sit down, and it happenned in slow motion. He stopped a minute in mid-air where his chair should have been then BOOM! He went down...hard. [This is where my memory kicked in]"
- Me: "Yeah...and there I was sprawled out on the floor, and I remember hitting that concrete. Now, okay it was carpetted..."
- Tony: "...yeah, carpetted, lest than a quarter inch thick. And all I can remember thinking was, 'Whoa! Oh my God! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it!' I honestly felt horrible about that event. To this day, I still think about it, and if I didn't say enough at the time, I appologize."
I was stunned. He went on and talked to us for a short while still, and I barely stammered out, "Tony, now that you took the time to bring it up...don't worry man. All is forgiven."
Here I was always thinking that I was just this guy that remained purposefully chamoflaged throughout the years. No one would remember me except for specifically the people I hung out with. I had my "patients" as I called them - the girls who I gave my ear to in study hall when their boyfriends were asses - but beyond that, I was shadow man.
But instead...I was a life changing event to someone. This isn't blowing it out of proportion either. Tony almost said as much in that he NEVER did anything like that again to someone because he realized that the innocent joke like that can sometimes go terribly wrong.
Now-chubby former stuck-up bitches were a laugh riot. Old friendships were cool to refresh. Old pictures in the closet of the heart were brushed off and set on the mantle.
...but Tony and the chair was the highlight of my 10 year reunion. Thanks Tony, wherever you're at.
Me 22:02, 18, August 2003 (EDT)
Only because I love words...
I just felt compelled to post this (not inherently unsafe for work). At least, it's not any more than what's below.
The various forms of usage are a hoot. I just like how literary it's made to sound.
- VERB: Inflected forms: fucked, fuck·ing, fucks
- TRANSITIVE VERB: 1. Vulgar Slang To have sexual intercourse with. 2. To take advantage of, betray, or cheat; victimize. 3. Used in the imperative as a signal of angry dismissal.
- INTRANSITIVE VERB: 1. To engage in sexual intercourse. 2. To act wastefully or foolishly. 3. To interfere; meddle. Often used with with.
- NOUN: 1. An act of sexual intercourse. 2. A partner in sexual intercourse. 3. A despised person. 4. Used as an intensive: What the fuck did you do that for?
- INTERJECTION: Used to express extreme displeasure.
- PHRASAL VERBS: fuck off 1. Used in the imperative as a signal of angry dismissal. 2. To spend time idly. 3. To masturbate. fuck over To treat unfairly; take advantage of. fuck up 1. To make a mistake; bungle something. 2. To act carelessly, foolishly, or incorrectly. 3. To cause to be intoxicated.
- ETYMOLOGY: Middle English, attested in pseudo-Latin fuccant, (they) fuck, deciphered from gxddbov.
- WORD HISTORY: The obscenity fuck is a very old word and has been considered shocking from the first, though it is seen in print much more often now than in the past. Its first known occurrence, in code because of its unacceptability, is in a poem composed in a mixture of Latin and English sometime before 1500. The poem, which satirizes the Carmelite friars of Cambridge, England, takes its title, "Flen flyys," from the first words of its opening line, "Flen, flyys, and freris," that is, "fleas, flies, and friars." The line that contains fuck reads "Non sunt in coeli, quia gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk." The Latin words "Non sunt in coeli, quia," mean "they [the friars] are not in heaven, since." The code "gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk" is easily broken by simply substituting the preceding letter in the alphabet, keeping in mind differences in the alphabet and in spelling between then and now: i was then used for both i and j; v was used for both u and v; and vv was used for w. This yields "fvccant [a fake Latin form] vvivys of heli." The whole thus reads in translation: "They are not in heaven because they fuck wives of Ely [a town near Cambridge]."
