Dolphinhead Seizuredog's up to her old tricks again, that attention whore. All seizey and mouth-foamy and me!me!me! and seriously though, I can't focus on anything because she's breaking my heart with this slow dying business.
So, for the next few days, or maybe just for today, who knows, because I bore easily and fear commitment, I'll be transcribing and posting embarrassing excerpts and awesomely bad poetry from my high school diaries, which I just found in my "memory trunk" (shut up, I'm sentimental). If I decide I just don't care anymore, or if I get drunk or eat too many Kit-Kats again and start making bad decisions, I may post accompanying awkward high school photos.
My commentary in red.
Here we go:
Ode to Brad. (and/or Andy) Parentheses added months later, when I decided I felt similarly about Andy and was too lazy to write a new poem. This is the "Candle in the Wind" of bad high school poetry.
When we were together
I couldn't remember life w/o you,
Now it's like it was before
And I still forget sometimes
that if I died you wouldn't cry.
How could you just stop loving me,
I never did.
I loved you then and I love you now.
We're too young for commitment (Love poem fail)
You were my first (tongue kiss, FYI), and it would be sad
if you were my only,
because there were many before me,
and I felt like your first,
but I was just another fish in your tank.(awesome metaphor)
We are too young now,
but maybe later we won't be.(Maybe. Who knows.)
I'd rather stay young w/o you.(I had an imaginary haggling game going with God regarding not growing older. I usually lost.)
In your eyes, I see your past,
and the fish to come, (I saw fish in his eyes.)
but my boat has sailed on. (YES! Nailed it! I didn't think that fish metaphor could get any better.)
TO ANYONE WHO READS THIS!!!! I DON'T LIKE BRAD!!!! THIS IS HOW I FELT TWO MONTHS AGO!!! OK???? BRAD IS A GEEK!!!
TO ANYONE WHO READ THIS: I AM NOT THE SAPPY EMOTIONAL BASKETCASE THIS POEM SAYS I AM. I WAS JUST BORED AND FEELING INSPIRED!!!
We went to a play last night and Melissa and Emily were pushing me towards Andy to say goodbye and he gave me a picture he drew of a flaming skull chewing an eyeball. He's so sweet. I really like him now. I wouldn't get back together with Brad now if someone paid me $200,000. He had white slime in the corners of his mouth. It was gross. I can't believe I ever went out with him, he's such a geek. It makes me angry what a geek he is.
We went into the village with Damien and Eric and Beth yesterday. Damien was nice at the beginning but then he started slapping me on the face and he almost broke my fingers playing mercy, and he also looked up my shorts. I think he's really cute. I think he likes Beth though. Beth is SUCH A FAKE, but she has good intentions.
Oh, I forgot. On the 10th of June I had my first kiss with Andy. He doesn't know what he's doing and he was nervous because it was his first. I liked it because I got all shivery because I love him. We kissed on "Stairway to Heaven". Then "Forever Young" by Alphaville started playing and it was kind of ironic because I don't want to grow up. If I had one wish, I'd stop time and keep this summer forever. I just kind of realized that everything dies and the world still goes on. I would break up with Andy if God would let me stay this age forever.
Ode to Andy.
You seem so innocent
It was hard for you to try to lose
this image.
But you did
and everything's different now
better.
Now you're leaving for camp
Please don't scam on me
Because I don't think my heart
could take it
again.


41 comments:
I always figured you for someone who had a lot of "junk in the trunk", but this wasn't what I had in mind.
Now, I think I'm in love with Andy too.
I'm...in awe. Post my teenage diary entries? Erm, no way.
I was laughing and cringing, and feeling bad for doing it.
Please don't scam on me, Becky. You were my first.
I have no idea what you were my first of...maybe first favorite person in the world? First jerk headed bitch friend-type person?
First butt cheek spreader (still my favorite blog post of all time).
I love this. LOVE THIS.
I cringed many a time.
Hello, Steamy. I remember when I drew a flaming skull chewing on an eyeball for a girl...that's a sign of true love right there. Man, I love your blog!
However, I'm sorry to hear about Dolphinhead Seizuredog. Sadface...
Wow - I just did the same exercise - went through the high school journals and laughed my ass off. I thought I was the only person mean enough to their high school self who would post what I wrote. But your poem was much better than mine, so my high school self was dumber than your high school self. Andy NEVER would have kissed me.
Oh Steamy! You're such a romantic:D
I love that you didn't want to grow up... I was in such a hurry:p You might be the only person I've ever come across who knew what they had before it threatened to run away.
I'm sorry for Dolphinhead:(
This blog totally made me think of like, my own younger days. I can't here Roxette without feeling that somehow my junior high school love life was totally awesome...
Then I realize that the first guy I ever kissed was dumb as a bag of hair and really not all that cute and I'm like, ewe..
Nice poem though, I'm gonna use it as a valentines day card for the boyfriend that should totally get me a ring
PS-Your dog gives me the sads in a major way poor puppy
Very cringy. I am so jealous as my high school diaries have long been lost. Would so love to revisit the drivel. Thanks for posting yours.
I'm pretty sure Brad is still thinking about you.
"Please don't scam on me" gave me a flashback so powerfully vivid that I went temporarily blind in one eye. Bravo.
Ah...young love. I remember it well!
Well, I wish I knew where my diary from middle school was. Because it would have been the same entry every single day, which would save a lot of time on the posting front. That entry would have been aaaall about Evan. I think we've discussed him. He did coke after his dad came out and got all fug and skinny though so that ended ok. For me.
Poor, poor Dolphinhead.
So, like, how many fish did Brad have in his tank? Was it overcrowded? Did the big fish eat the little fish? Did he overfeed you?
I think I'm lost in this analogy.
God, this is amazingly awkward...yet strangely familiar...I suddenly feel the need to raid my parent's basement, then have a secret bonfire in their backyard.
That was some great bad high school poetry.
And I'm sorry to hear about your dog. I went home this weekend to petsit/say goodbye to one of our family cats who's clearly not long for this world. I expected to be all sad and nostalgic but was mostly annoyed and grossed out because she kept trying to make out with me when I was trying to sleep. Ah, memories...
You made that fish metaphor your bitch. Someone probably already said that, but you so made it your bitch it should be said more than once and by more than one person.
It makes me sad that your dog is not well. Of all my blog dogs, Dolphin Head Seizure dog is my favorite.
Baaaahahahahah!! This is my favorite thing in a long time. Especially this part: "He gave me a picture he drew of a flaming skull chewing an eyeball. He's so sweet. I really like him now." Priceless.
This is quite simply the best thing I've ever read. The. Best. Thing.
I am still L-ing quite literally OL over: "You were my first (tongue kiss, FYI)"
Oh man, the symmetry and economy of the contrast between the ode and the annotation. I'm dying here. DYING.
Is it bad that I sat and nodded contemplatively throughout? I didn't realize it was utter drivel 'til I read all the comments calling it utter drivel.
Not that I'd admit it out loud.
See, my mind is child-like in its enlightenment.
It's... I'm awesome... I'm, uh... What's that over there?!
*FLASH POWDER*
Ed: I have quite a bit of junk in my trunk. My "junk" however, is located under my hood and in my side glove compartments, unfortunately.
OWO: Don't worry, I won't include everything. Like I left out the part about how I thought my boyfriend had prematurely ejaculated on my leg, but it turned out to be my own lady spooge. That's stuff is private and embarrassing.
Erin: I'll never scam on you, Erin, I promise. When you say "jerk headed bitch", it's like a hug from an angel.
Ben: Good, cringing is what I'm after. *Champion arms*
Tony: Flaming skull eyeball chewer is the 9th grade boy equivalent of the Kay's Jeweler diamond tennis bracelet. Every kiss begins with skull!
lovenote: Oh, don't say that! I bet Andy would have frenched your face really hard.
Mona: I have very romantic feelings, it's true. I was such a Peter Pan, true also. Although I was all about my boobs growing in super big so boys could feel them and be amazed and squeeze them. It's complicated.
SAK: I remember I memorized all the words to "You Got the Look" even though they made no sense, like they were written in Swedish and translated by someone on peyote. "Hitting like a hammer she's a miracle man, never was a sweater..." WHAT???
Nano: Drivel!!?? How dare you! Clearly you missed the part about lots of fish? And the boat sailing on? Fish and boats are BOTH found in the ocean! It's beautiful is what it is.
Maely: Brad is off his meds and living in Cambodia somewhere. Also, gay. Also, still a geek.
Shannon: I know! That word hit me pretty hard too while rereading diaries last night. Also, "dis".
Eva: Now I do too. Blecchhhy.
JAG: HAHA Evan. Yes, I remember Evan. That makes me giggle.
Mooog: He had like 4 fish in his tank, but the others were more tropical and fancy while I was simply a goldfish, but then the boat carrying the fishtank sailed on, through waters carrying real fish. And sharks. OH don't get me started on sharks.
Harna: I know. Reading these, I got really scared I would die and my family would read them. That's more frightening than the death part of that scenario.
J: I know, I'm super sad, but then I'm all Ok, enough kisses, your breath smells like pennies and bile.
mayo: She IS a great blog dog. And yes, I bent that fish metaphor over and pulled its panties to the side and just fuc...No wait, back up. I taught that fish metaphor a valuable lesson about what's what and sent it on its way.
Belle: It's hard to believe I wrote all this completely earnestly, I know. I wonder if he'd have given me a post-it with a shaky drawing of a duck on it, would I have felt the same way? Probably yes. I was a love slut.
TKOG: Yay! I'm glad you Led OL. That makes me feel proud.
Kate: No, did you really think it was for real? THAT'S embarrassing. For me, I mean. My cheeks are pink now.
This post just made me have my first period all over again.
That's a lot of money, you might rethink that Brad thing.
I never had a boy draw me anything with a skull in it...you were obviously super popular and totally lucky.
Now I'm inspired...and when I say "inspired" I mean "totally going to copy your idea and blog about my high school diary".
I'm so jealous. My high school diary has like 2 entries and then I'd get bored with myself (or my high school life) and wouldn't write in it for a year or two and then another lame entry and so forth and so on.... I am virtually sending you antibacterial wipes to use after Dolphinhead Seizuredog snuggles.
I'm glad you're over Brad because now I like him.
it's the 'again' standing alone that does it
God, I'm dying.
I love the last poem how you're all mature and then you say "please dont scam on me"
Love.
Okay, I'm not even done reading the post yet but I had a laughing fit over this:
"...and he gave me a picture he drew of a flaming skull chewing an eyeball."
And just HAD TO COMMENT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!! I'm going to go read the rest now... I honestly hope it isn't as funny because I'm trying not to wake up Boyfriend but that is really hard when you write shit like this.
Holy crap, lady. :)
I totally woke up Boyfriend. I love how that last poem starts out almost good and then you start talking about Andy scamming on you at camp and "camp" is never a word that should be used in a poem and neither is "scam" and it is just so perfectly horrible. Much like something I would write in my diary. (P.S. I almost just wrote "diarrhea" on accident because I'm so used to typing it on my ad-blog. It's a good keyword. Don't ask.)
All the crazy time shifts in the first few lines are messing with my head. It's so wonderfully vague- like, are we now in the time before you forgot what it was like without him, or another time where you forget that you'll forget? Also, have the fish come yet in the time where we are?
How big was his tank? It's literal, right?
I don't even know what "don't scam on me" means but I'm going to start using it.
You were very deep in high school. I really liked the disclaimer in the middle, you know, just in case. When I was in junior high I wrote about Curtis, a popular boy from my school, and then didn't want anybody to find it so I threw it in the dumpster, but I forgot that my friends and I used to play in the dumpster...and they found it! AND THEY KNEW THAT I LIKED CURTIS! ohhhh the humiliation!
This post is very Holden Caulfieldian. :)
i still remember writing disclaimers that i didn't actually, really like steve anymore. and why or why not.
i should try to find mine. cringe worthy indeed. this post was AWESOME!
Yeah but dude, what would you do for $200,010? I hear that extra ten gets all sorts of depraved stuff.
Also, fish? Really? :)
We have to grow up?
No one told me we have to grow up.
This is by far my favorite part:
Damien was nice at the beginning but then he started slapping me on the face and he almost broke my fingers playing mercy, and he also looked up my shorts. I think he's really cute.
Priceless.
Also, you actually wrote all this last week, didn't you? It's okay, you can tell me.
I'm sorry to hear about poor Dolphinhead. But nice to know that he still wants to get all up in your face :)
That was tragically angsty and so wonderfully painful. Thanks for sharing. Oh wait! There's more...
What is with those people who say high school was the best time of their life? Although clearly it was a banner time for you!
You should totally get a tattoo of that flaming, eyeball eating skull...that'd be way bad-ass.
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