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go ahead, call me a dumbass6/8/01I'm a geek at heart, and I can't help it. Megan said that's why she likes me. But when I'm around people I haven't really hung out with before, especially people I'm trying to impress, I always end up making myself look like a huge, HUGE dumbass. Take tonight. P.J. asked me to go out with him and some friends. Sounds like fun, I'm thinking... so we go play mini-golf, and I am so bad at mini-golf; to make a long story short, I did badly. They teased me. Not meanly, but still... it kinda hurt. And then we went to play pool, and I am even worse at pool than I am at mini-golf. By the end of the night they were more than a little impatient with my horrible skills, but since they're nice people they didn't say much about it. I could still feel it though. And the whole time I was laughing, and screwing up some more, and looking like a dork. When I'm around people I don't know, I am psycho. I'm annoying. I can't control it. It's like some subconscious test I put people to in order to see if they're really gonna want to be friends with me. Anyone who speaks to me again after that performance has got to really have a kind heart. I looked stupid. |
