"joe with a black girl makes a lot of sense." ... "joe with a black guy makes a lot more sense."
this is my post-homecoming recollection, starting from thursday, ending with what is now 2:30, sunday morning.
i know i haven't blogged in a long time; not since wednesday. i also know i'm not very concise when i write, although i wish i was. this entry will have inconsistent lengths; i will go more in-depth as we draw away from thursday, because i don't remember shit about thursday, but i'll write as much as i can. this is written in notepad, at 2:30 am, and my tired state will hopefully not be evident through out this entry. i do know for sure, that this will be worth reading, by myself, or by you, later in the future. i write this with the mentality of knowing that i'm archiving my valuable days of youth, however mundane or exciting they may be, for an older self, however mundane or exciting i may turn out to be. in the evident that i do become a four-sided square, i can always look back, and say i enjoyed life with the turbulence of gurgling my teenage angst, runnin' with the popular crowd, etc., etc. ETCETERA. all at the same time, figuring out if i'm becoming the person i want to be, or if i'm being molded simply by circumstance, with no control over my destiny, playing the cards like a blind mothertrucker.
thursday brings race day. all day, i anticipate the race at coulon park. i drink a lot of water during school, and pee a lot of clear liquid. i eat bananas and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. we go to coulon. i run shitty (22:10). fuck running. end of story.
after the race, gabriel and i pick up our tuxes.
friday brings spirit day. all day, i anticipate the pep assembly, where i walk out in my tux, escorted by meliha. while waiting to walk out, meliha and i discuss how much we do not want to do it, even though deep inside a spark of excitement, as the result of some surging adrenaline, is all cultivating within both of us. the time finally comes, and we walk out, and i surprisingly recieve a good amount of noise and clap from my peers when my name is called. if me being homecoming prince is a joke, at least it's a good joke, that has united the school. spirit club comes out, and they are loud and obnoxious. it is funny, and i laugh with my head tilted back, clapping like a seal, while standing behind my princess, before the whole school.
i skip xc practice. fuck running. gabriel takes me to malesis flowers, and i get amy's coursage. right after i buy it, tami le tells me she could have made it, but it is now too late. i go home, and i recieve a call from j. paul, who i haven't talked to since london. we talk about me being the junior class prince, and how jason wong and kerri thornton got somewhat of the same treatment, all for what he says "is because of tribes." we talk about other stuff, but we really key on the screen play that he is working on, which is based on my 2001 tribes show, face change. i am told that i am his last tribes person in highschool (franklin doesn't count, because he didn't direct that show), and so i the last to REPRESENT. representation of what we had as a 2001 cast family is a big thing with j. paul, even though almost everyone out of my cast ditched tribes.
gabriel picks me up from my house (it seems like my life is a fucking tribute to gabriel gonzalez. WHAT THE FUCK.). tami and ashley russell are already in the car, and my mom rolls by in her car to say "hi guys." we go to the student parking lot, where the homecoming parade floats are supposed to meet, and then to the front of the schol, where the senior float is being made. tami isn't the normal tami le i know, because she is somewhat loaded. then we go back, and all the non-senior princes/princesses file into the white limosine, after we have been liberally assaulted by picture-taking. the limo ride isn't that great, in fact it sucks, because there is nothing to do, and we're not even allowed to stick our heads out of the sun roof, which is complete bullshit, since we're in a fucking PARADE. i see some people, like teachers and my family, so i stick out my whole body to wave at them, all the while ashely is spanking me.
we finally arrive at the stadium. i wait all of the first half of the football game, in complete boredom, because i could care less about fucking football, while i'm in a tuxedo, waiting to march out during halftime before a stadium of people. meliha and i talk about how fucking stupid homecoming court is, and then halftime comes and it is finally time for us to go out on the turf and walk with our families. my mom and dad go with me (john backs out earlier). it is disappointing, because we do not walk out like they did last year. also, the organization is totally FUCKED, so we look like we have no clue what-so-ever in what we're doing. being in homecoming court feels pretty dull and redundant now, and i can't wait until the night is over. me and the friends try to do something, but it all turns into a bust, because denny's is full, and all of the other cheap restaurants are closed.
saturday is the day of homecoming dance. first, i wake up, and go to the rehearsal of my godchild's baptism. my family on my mom's side, which are genetically somewhat distant cousins, but all the while close, are cool and funny children.
the night before, i accidentally leave some of my stuff in wilson tang's car,. i call him up, and then i go to his house. wilson has a big house, but a horrendously steep driveway, and my mom has a horrible time backing out of it.
i sleep for a couple of hours, wake up at 2 pm in the afternoon, eat, shower, dress, and then i go to anthony's house. i come to see all of my friends paired in couples, and they are taking pictures. i don't care much that amy is not there, but i suppose everyone feels sorry for me. we go to buca di beppo's for dinner. good food, good service. i've forgotten how much i LOVE iced tea. we have so much time until the dance starts, and so we go to tower. then we head over to the pier, for a scenic way of killing time. then we go to the dance. we wait in line for a long while, enter in at almost 9, and everyone gets in line for pictures, while i sit at a table near the dance floor. i call amy, and she is almost here. she finally arrives, stunningly beautiful, and then everything starts rolling from there. the night feels filled for me, my stiff-bodied dancing, my many failed attempts at harlem-shaking, pictures with amy and the homecoming court, and that forced slow dance with meliha. at some point, while waiting in line to take pictures, i realize the point and meaning of homecoming: for a bunch of highschool students to wear formal attire, while music that is produced by black people is being played, for people who don't have to be black to dance to. amy is a cool date, and a cool girl. in the end, i don't feel like such an ass, or like the worst homecoming date ever.
after homecoming, we go to anthony's. we eat some left overs, and then people get loaded off some green-filled fat ones. tyree is fucking hilarious, because he is baked off his ass. pityful guitaring goes on, on the outskirts of the zoolander-watching crowd. all i have is one shot of j.d., because getting fucked up isn't in my list of things to do for the night, but i still want that subtle quasi-feeling of relaxation in my shoulders.
okay, so this wasn't the best of the best blogs. i didn't feel like this exhaustively covered everything, which i normally feel like i do, somewhat, but this is good enough for me. i rushed towards the end, but that's because it's getting to be 3:45 now.
in reflection, i really don't resent this whole experience, although i truly did while it was all going on. i remember last year, when ryan brown wrote a blog about his homecoming experience, and it was mainly focused on how high he placed linda on a shrine, for him to worship. i have no girl to worship; my date has a boyfriend, and i don't see myself obsessing over anyone. plus, all of the girls crushing over me are sophomore geeks who i don't find attractive, and some freshmen jailbait as well. it may sound mean, but it's the truth. people say looks don't mean anything without personality, and that is true. however, i don't believe there is a personality out there, within the radius of the seattle landscape, that i have found to intrigue me, so much as now to get all hyped about. it's a funny thing about me; being a goofy looking kid, who desires a mind-blowing and eccentric supermodel.
i guess the point of homecoming is to have fun. that's it. i guess that's cool, if you have the money, but if you don't, i just suggest reading comic books, while holding hands with a hot girl. i just need a hot girl, and a place to sit.
this is my post-homecoming recollection, starting from thursday, ending with what is now 2:30, sunday morning.
i know i haven't blogged in a long time; not since wednesday. i also know i'm not very concise when i write, although i wish i was. this entry will have inconsistent lengths; i will go more in-depth as we draw away from thursday, because i don't remember shit about thursday, but i'll write as much as i can. this is written in notepad, at 2:30 am, and my tired state will hopefully not be evident through out this entry. i do know for sure, that this will be worth reading, by myself, or by you, later in the future. i write this with the mentality of knowing that i'm archiving my valuable days of youth, however mundane or exciting they may be, for an older self, however mundane or exciting i may turn out to be. in the evident that i do become a four-sided square, i can always look back, and say i enjoyed life with the turbulence of gurgling my teenage angst, runnin' with the popular crowd, etc., etc. ETCETERA. all at the same time, figuring out if i'm becoming the person i want to be, or if i'm being molded simply by circumstance, with no control over my destiny, playing the cards like a blind mothertrucker.
thursday brings race day. all day, i anticipate the race at coulon park. i drink a lot of water during school, and pee a lot of clear liquid. i eat bananas and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. we go to coulon. i run shitty (22:10). fuck running. end of story.
after the race, gabriel and i pick up our tuxes.
friday brings spirit day. all day, i anticipate the pep assembly, where i walk out in my tux, escorted by meliha. while waiting to walk out, meliha and i discuss how much we do not want to do it, even though deep inside a spark of excitement, as the result of some surging adrenaline, is all cultivating within both of us. the time finally comes, and we walk out, and i surprisingly recieve a good amount of noise and clap from my peers when my name is called. if me being homecoming prince is a joke, at least it's a good joke, that has united the school. spirit club comes out, and they are loud and obnoxious. it is funny, and i laugh with my head tilted back, clapping like a seal, while standing behind my princess, before the whole school.
i skip xc practice. fuck running. gabriel takes me to malesis flowers, and i get amy's coursage. right after i buy it, tami le tells me she could have made it, but it is now too late. i go home, and i recieve a call from j. paul, who i haven't talked to since london. we talk about me being the junior class prince, and how jason wong and kerri thornton got somewhat of the same treatment, all for what he says "is because of tribes." we talk about other stuff, but we really key on the screen play that he is working on, which is based on my 2001 tribes show, face change. i am told that i am his last tribes person in highschool (franklin doesn't count, because he didn't direct that show), and so i the last to REPRESENT. representation of what we had as a 2001 cast family is a big thing with j. paul, even though almost everyone out of my cast ditched tribes.
gabriel picks me up from my house (it seems like my life is a fucking tribute to gabriel gonzalez. WHAT THE FUCK.). tami and ashley russell are already in the car, and my mom rolls by in her car to say "hi guys." we go to the student parking lot, where the homecoming parade floats are supposed to meet, and then to the front of the schol, where the senior float is being made. tami isn't the normal tami le i know, because she is somewhat loaded. then we go back, and all the non-senior princes/princesses file into the white limosine, after we have been liberally assaulted by picture-taking. the limo ride isn't that great, in fact it sucks, because there is nothing to do, and we're not even allowed to stick our heads out of the sun roof, which is complete bullshit, since we're in a fucking PARADE. i see some people, like teachers and my family, so i stick out my whole body to wave at them, all the while ashely is spanking me.
we finally arrive at the stadium. i wait all of the first half of the football game, in complete boredom, because i could care less about fucking football, while i'm in a tuxedo, waiting to march out during halftime before a stadium of people. meliha and i talk about how fucking stupid homecoming court is, and then halftime comes and it is finally time for us to go out on the turf and walk with our families. my mom and dad go with me (john backs out earlier). it is disappointing, because we do not walk out like they did last year. also, the organization is totally FUCKED, so we look like we have no clue what-so-ever in what we're doing. being in homecoming court feels pretty dull and redundant now, and i can't wait until the night is over. me and the friends try to do something, but it all turns into a bust, because denny's is full, and all of the other cheap restaurants are closed.
saturday is the day of homecoming dance. first, i wake up, and go to the rehearsal of my godchild's baptism. my family on my mom's side, which are genetically somewhat distant cousins, but all the while close, are cool and funny children.
the night before, i accidentally leave some of my stuff in wilson tang's car,. i call him up, and then i go to his house. wilson has a big house, but a horrendously steep driveway, and my mom has a horrible time backing out of it.
i sleep for a couple of hours, wake up at 2 pm in the afternoon, eat, shower, dress, and then i go to anthony's house. i come to see all of my friends paired in couples, and they are taking pictures. i don't care much that amy is not there, but i suppose everyone feels sorry for me. we go to buca di beppo's for dinner. good food, good service. i've forgotten how much i LOVE iced tea. we have so much time until the dance starts, and so we go to tower. then we head over to the pier, for a scenic way of killing time. then we go to the dance. we wait in line for a long while, enter in at almost 9, and everyone gets in line for pictures, while i sit at a table near the dance floor. i call amy, and she is almost here. she finally arrives, stunningly beautiful, and then everything starts rolling from there. the night feels filled for me, my stiff-bodied dancing, my many failed attempts at harlem-shaking, pictures with amy and the homecoming court, and that forced slow dance with meliha. at some point, while waiting in line to take pictures, i realize the point and meaning of homecoming: for a bunch of highschool students to wear formal attire, while music that is produced by black people is being played, for people who don't have to be black to dance to. amy is a cool date, and a cool girl. in the end, i don't feel like such an ass, or like the worst homecoming date ever.
after homecoming, we go to anthony's. we eat some left overs, and then people get loaded off some green-filled fat ones. tyree is fucking hilarious, because he is baked off his ass. pityful guitaring goes on, on the outskirts of the zoolander-watching crowd. all i have is one shot of j.d., because getting fucked up isn't in my list of things to do for the night, but i still want that subtle quasi-feeling of relaxation in my shoulders.
okay, so this wasn't the best of the best blogs. i didn't feel like this exhaustively covered everything, which i normally feel like i do, somewhat, but this is good enough for me. i rushed towards the end, but that's because it's getting to be 3:45 now.
in reflection, i really don't resent this whole experience, although i truly did while it was all going on. i remember last year, when ryan brown wrote a blog about his homecoming experience, and it was mainly focused on how high he placed linda on a shrine, for him to worship. i have no girl to worship; my date has a boyfriend, and i don't see myself obsessing over anyone. plus, all of the girls crushing over me are sophomore geeks who i don't find attractive, and some freshmen jailbait as well. it may sound mean, but it's the truth. people say looks don't mean anything without personality, and that is true. however, i don't believe there is a personality out there, within the radius of the seattle landscape, that i have found to intrigue me, so much as now to get all hyped about. it's a funny thing about me; being a goofy looking kid, who desires a mind-blowing and eccentric supermodel.
i guess the point of homecoming is to have fun. that's it. i guess that's cool, if you have the money, but if you don't, i just suggest reading comic books, while holding hands with a hot girl. i just need a hot girl, and a place to sit.
posted by Jocagu at 9/29/2002 10:34:00 AM
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