Being a Siamese Twin Really Kills My Game

Oh my awesome. An entry with not one, but TWO lists. <3

Poor Greg. In 1993, I was in love with him... but then, just three years later, the thought of us dating disgusted me so much it elicited a "YUCK!".

And seriously, what were Lianna and I thinking when we decided to be Siamese twins for the Halloween dance? It was hard enough for me to get any positive attention from boys in 6th grade... walking around all night attached to my best friend certainly wasn't going to help that situation. Well, unless there was a cute boy there who had happened to have developed an early fetish for conjoined twins, but that was not the case.

I might as well have dressed up as "ugly" or "acne" or "obese"... or really any other physical disability. What boy would see me as a Siamese twin and think, "Man, Krista looks good tonight! I really want to dance with her!"??

And as if the eleven-year-old guys in my class weren't scared enough by one boy-crazy girl... let's strap two together for double the intimidation.

"Hey Rob... wanna dance? ...with me? ...AND this other girl who just happens to be sharing an extra-large sweatshirt with me?"

How WEIRD.

Sometimes no means yes?

After not writing at all for over a year, a new crush was important enough to get me journaling again. This was written in the beginning of third grade when I was eight years old.
I'm not sure when I decided to write "NOT" and "maybe" over that entry... but I suppose that shows how fickle "love" was in third grade.

Two days later, I wrote this:
"Dear Diary, He said no but you know sometimes no means yes. I hope so!"

I hate to ruin the suspense, but I don't think Greg is ever mentioned again in future entries. I guess "no" really meant "no"!