So basically, I get into my room, checking my phone every two seconds (even though the ringer is on high and the vibrate is on so if anything was happening with the phone I would know without having to check it like it was my heart monitor or something,) and I plopped down on my bed feeling pretty damn lousy.
I mean, I totally hate days like today. You know, the up and down rollercoaster days. Like, I can totally deal with a day that is just blechy or whatever, but I can’t stand those days where like something horrible happens and then something awesome happens, so you totally get your hopes up and then nothing at all happens, so your left with this sorta empty feeling even though you should be feeling happy about the awesome thing that happened. That was me today.
Sure, the falling in front of him and the rest of the popular crew was super embarrassing, but then to have him talk to me and ask for my phone number and all that awesomeness. Seriously, of all the moments I’ve had in high school, that hallway conversation definitely falls in the top five. But instead of floating on freaking cloud nine and feeling all bubbly inside, like that time Deanna and I accidentally downed a bottle of Manischevitz at Passover thinking it was grape juice, I’m feeling totally let down, like later that night when the Manischevitz made its comeback.
Why hadn’t he texted? Okay, so I know what you're totally thinking right now, and yes I am 100%, undeniably one of those obnoxious needy girls. I don’t even feel like I have to deny it. I mean, sure when I talk to my friends and stuff I totally try to disguise it and subdue the little miniature of myself that hangs out inside my head and starts ripping the hair out of her skull as soon as someone stops including me in the conversation, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know that I’m needy.
I figure every teenage girl has her secret crazy that she tries to hide from her friends at school, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of what that crazy is. Sure, I may have a little more crazy tucked away then most people, but guess that’s just the luck of the draw. Some girls get enlarged mammary glands (that’s boobies for you non-scientific folk) and I got enlarged insanity glands (those aren’t real for you scientific folk). Guess you win some and you lose some. But seriously, any teenage girl who tells you that she is totally normal probably pours glues on her hands every night and peels it off slowly so she feels like she is a caterpillar shedding her cocoon and emerging as a beautiful butterfly. (Oh, and no I’m so not speaking from experience with that one but now that I’ve said it sounds like a kinda cool idea.)
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