This is the end of a really sad stor-eeee
There I was. Sitting (ok, standing) at a Delirious concert, not somewhere I was completely stoked to be, but oh well. Their songs, and show, were all kind of drawn out, and my mind wandered various places during the show.
1. Who am I going to go see AA/TobyMac/Kutless/Hawk Nelson with? I want to go so bad, but not by myself, or with anybody here. Laura? Megan? Kate? No, they won't wanna go. Who?? I have to go! Ahhh!! I wish Ang was here.
2. Crap, I only have till April 15 (the end of gned) to talk to Bryan Nance! How in the heck am I gonna do it? I have my great line "Hey, you're in my gned class, aren't you?" if I see him again, but it would have to be outside of class. And that is just sheer luck. I am so dumb...I have wasted this year.
3. Ugh, I have to study for my history test tomarrow. What a crappy Sunday. I'm gonna fail regardless of whether I study or not.
4. Oh, this song, and the last one, and the other one all remind me so much of O.E! What good times! I miss O.E. It was so much funner when you were younger though. Too bad.
5. Why is this almost-emo boy behind me with such a preppy girl? It's gross. And why won't the girl with the huge nose in front of me let got of her boyfriend's arm for just one second? She's been hanging on him like a little kid the whole time!
And then, unknowingly, I turned to Lauralynn (the girl I went w/) to say how much I loved this song (Deeper) and how it reminded me of good ol' summer camp. As I turn, I look at the row of people behind me. OH. There he is. He wasn't there earlier! How long has he been there? Have I done anything dumb? I hope not. So, I there I am, armed with my great line, my favorite tie, my ultral-cool red fingerless glove and a crap load of confidence (I mean, the poor boy was wearing a white thermal underwear shirt!) The target: Mr. Bryan Nance, Jr.
So, he definetly saw me, there was eye contact. Good, I think. As soon as the show is done and we're making our way towards the aisle, I can casually catch his eye and be like "Hey! ..." It's simple. The line is perfect. I look cooler than him again. I swear, this is fate. There he is again, right behind me, when there is a huge room in which he could have sat anywhere. It's meant to be, I think. We are going to be the best of friends.
I'm dying for the show to be done know. Come on, come on! No! Not one more song! No encore! But, wait, I turn around ... he has disappeared as suddenly as he arrived. Where the heck did he go? He should be right back. I mean, I had the LINE, darn it!
But my wishing was to no avail. He never came back. We slowly make our way to the aisle, as I subtly but ferverishly search the crowd for that unmistakably dinosaury face. No luck. We are going out the door now, it's over. No more chances.
What??? No! He is going in as everybody else comes pouring out! He walks right past me and, If I might add, there was very good eye contact. And that is it. I come back here, he ... I don't know.
So much for fate. So much for tonite being the beginning of our bandy best friendship. But, see, it was his fault this time, not mine, like it was at Goodwill. He shouldn't have left. Doesn't he realize that not only my, but his, destiny rests on him talking to me? Conversation with me could alter the course of his life. Man, I should be a drama writer. I have turned this little un-event into a soap opera! Hehe, it was funny, though :) Admit it.
1. Who am I going to go see AA/TobyMac/Kutless/Hawk Nelson with? I want to go so bad, but not by myself, or with anybody here. Laura? Megan? Kate? No, they won't wanna go. Who?? I have to go! Ahhh!! I wish Ang was here.
2. Crap, I only have till April 15 (the end of gned) to talk to Bryan Nance! How in the heck am I gonna do it? I have my great line "Hey, you're in my gned class, aren't you?" if I see him again, but it would have to be outside of class. And that is just sheer luck. I am so dumb...I have wasted this year.
3. Ugh, I have to study for my history test tomarrow. What a crappy Sunday. I'm gonna fail regardless of whether I study or not.
4. Oh, this song, and the last one, and the other one all remind me so much of O.E! What good times! I miss O.E. It was so much funner when you were younger though. Too bad.
5. Why is this almost-emo boy behind me with such a preppy girl? It's gross. And why won't the girl with the huge nose in front of me let got of her boyfriend's arm for just one second? She's been hanging on him like a little kid the whole time!
And then, unknowingly, I turned to Lauralynn (the girl I went w/) to say how much I loved this song (Deeper) and how it reminded me of good ol' summer camp. As I turn, I look at the row of people behind me. OH. There he is. He wasn't there earlier! How long has he been there? Have I done anything dumb? I hope not. So, I there I am, armed with my great line, my favorite tie, my ultral-cool red fingerless glove and a crap load of confidence (I mean, the poor boy was wearing a white thermal underwear shirt!) The target: Mr. Bryan Nance, Jr.
So, he definetly saw me, there was eye contact. Good, I think. As soon as the show is done and we're making our way towards the aisle, I can casually catch his eye and be like "Hey! ..." It's simple. The line is perfect. I look cooler than him again. I swear, this is fate. There he is again, right behind me, when there is a huge room in which he could have sat anywhere. It's meant to be, I think. We are going to be the best of friends.
I'm dying for the show to be done know. Come on, come on! No! Not one more song! No encore! But, wait, I turn around ... he has disappeared as suddenly as he arrived. Where the heck did he go? He should be right back. I mean, I had the LINE, darn it!
But my wishing was to no avail. He never came back. We slowly make our way to the aisle, as I subtly but ferverishly search the crowd for that unmistakably dinosaury face. No luck. We are going out the door now, it's over. No more chances.
What??? No! He is going in as everybody else comes pouring out! He walks right past me and, If I might add, there was very good eye contact. And that is it. I come back here, he ... I don't know.
So much for fate. So much for tonite being the beginning of our bandy best friendship. But, see, it was his fault this time, not mine, like it was at Goodwill. He shouldn't have left. Doesn't he realize that not only my, but his, destiny rests on him talking to me? Conversation with me could alter the course of his life. Man, I should be a drama writer. I have turned this little un-event into a soap opera! Hehe, it was funny, though :) Admit it.
CRYSTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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