I Want to Vacuum

Hi friends! Oh my gosh I am so sorry it's been almost a whole MONTH since I last posted! I was on vacation in St. Maarten with my Mom, sister, and sister-in-law during the second week of March and I spent the week before that preparing and packing and the week after that recovering (although I still haven't finished unpacking). Hm.

Well anyhow, at least I'm coming back with a good entry!!

In this entry, I reveal that one of the reasons I broke up with Richard is because he used to say "hi" to me too often in the hallways at school. And my desired behavior for him would have been what exactly? If he ignored me, would I have been okay with that? Clearly I wasn't quite sure what I expected of a boyfriend. I wanted a boyfriend who liked me, but didn't like me TOO much.

Oh man... "Elephant Shoe" and "I Want to Vacuum" really take me back to the good ol' days. Do you guys remember those things? Do you remember any others or were those the only ones? "Olive Juice" had the same effect as "Elephant Shoe"... but that's all I've got.

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“1-9-97. Dear Yraid, Hi! Today was good, I guess. Why do I even like Richard?? He’s not popular (he sits with Michael at lunch) & he’s really dumb. How can I like him? Jaime thinks I should go out with him no matter how popular he is. Jaime thinks that Doug & Mark like me. She doesn’t think Doug likes her! She also pointed out that all the geeks like me! Uggh! Is she right? She also thinks that Mike likes me. She things that everyone likes me. I walked with Doug to lunch today. Again Jaime & Lianna walked in front of us. Now that’s what I call friends, huh? Doug & I are like brother & sister. We tease, we annoy, we argue, but we’re still connected & deep down (way down) there’s somewhere a feeling of love and trust. Also at lunch Travis called me from his table. He said something about my hair (I had it in a whole bunch of braids before lunch). His whole table (including Jim, Ray, & Steve) were smiling at me. Ray has never smiled at me since 5th grade. It was nice to see an old familiar face again. Ray’s somewhat cute, but not quite. I mean, I’d really like him if I knew him better. In the halls Richard always smiles at me! Cheese Luweez! That’s what my problem was when we were going out. During school I saw too much of him, he’d always say hi! Ugh. Jaime asked Richard if he’s going to the dance. He doesn’t know yet. Hopefully he is! Jaime & Lianna are sleeping over on the night of the dance. I’m gonna call Doug tomorrow. Have you ever noticed that when I talk about Doug it’s usually poetic? Strange. Sabrina. RKS. I need a new diary soon!! Mouth “Elephant Shoe” it looks like you’re saying I love you. Mouth “I want to vacuum” it looks like you’re saying I want to F_C_ you. Fill in the blanks.”

Check it out Diary

Two things:
1. I don't remember if I liked Jazz (dance) class or not. I must not have liked it that much because I quit after the recital. However, I do remember that we danced to the theme from the Mortal Kombat movie for the recital... and that's pretty funny.

2. Regarding the radio shows I used to do... In 4th grade, my parents bought me a Sony boombox that was so awesome you could plug TWO microphones into it at once. One of my favorite hobbies became making radio shows, often by myself... but when friends came over, they were routinely recruited as sidekicks. Sometimes the recordings followed a typical radio show format (complete with commercials)... but more often than not they involved stupid segments that no one would ever want to listen to voluntarily. Such as... walking around the house and recording a distinct sound from each room (my sister's gerbils squeaking in her bedroom, the microwave buttons in the kitchen, obviously the toilet flushing in the bathroom, etc.).

I don't remember much else specific about those radio shows, but when I go home this weekend, I'm going to see if I can dig up those old cassette tapes...

Dance aftermath

So after the dance, I guess I planned to ask Doug if he liked dancing with Rachel...


If you can't read it, the really small writing on the first page says, "I didn't know they really had a relationship!"

I think the thing I like most about this entry is how fluidly I transition from explaining real-life drama to TV sitcom drama. On second thought, I also like "Ouch! That hurt (I mean my insides or feelings)." Oh and the fact that my mom taped Boy Meets World for me on VHS too. That is so 1995.

First Middle School Dance

Ohhhh middle school dances. What awkward events they were. Girls would spend most of their time begging boys to dance with them, and if the boy said no, the girl would spend the rest of the dance bawling by the bleachers. My friend's mom once commented after a night of chaperoning that she could make a fortune selling tissues to crying girls at middle school dances. I remember undefensively agreeing with her because I thought that since she was trying to profit off of it instead of put a stop to it, she was acknowledging that it was totally normal for myself and other girls to cry over boys in public. And so we continued to cry...

Meanwhile, who knows what the boys were doing. Probably trying to fend off the girls, regretting their decision to come to the dance, and waiting impatiently to get picked up by their parents. I wonder how Doug and other guys explained the holes in their shirts when their moms did laundry later.

While all this drama was going on, was anyone even paying attention to the music and realizing that some of the songs the DJ was playing would forever be among the most perverted songs we've heard in our lifetime?

"Step back you're dancing kinda close. I feel a little poke coming through on you."

"If you're horny, let's do it. Ride it, my pony."

Seriously? They let us listen to this? It's a good thing I probably didn't even know what these songs meant at the time. I'm just glad that I only remember kids slow dancing at these dances. I don't have any memories of kids grinding at middle school dances... and thank god because thinking about 12 year olds dancing like that now really freaks me out.