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Blog Entry: Names, Lotion, and the Ice Cream Truck
Names, Lotion, and the Ice Cream Truck I've been thinking about changing my name. I know my friends and other peeps are used to, but Smith has started to sound foreign to me. I don't even know why. I loved it in the beginning. I've been asking around, and one that really stuck with me was Kyle. I love that name. I actually think I look like a Kyle . But, the thing is, I'm only out to VERY close friends, and Kyle is a bit more masculine than I thought it would be. People already question why I want to be called Smith, so it would be even worse with Kyle. Perhaps when I leave this town of hicks and humidity (aka Memphis), I'll pursue the name of Kyle .
Now for the lotion part. School ended for me last month, so I haven't seen a lot of my friends lately. I was thinking about it earlier, and I was reminded of this girl I became friends with the last week of school. She's really cute, has a great personality, and she's kind of my type. So I was playing Pokemon in the bleachers with some friends when she comes up and sits next to me. I freak out, being the dork I am. She smiles and says she remembers me from the German party, and we talk for a bit. Then she asks for some lotion. I, for some reason, always carry lotion on me (being ashy isn't fun), so I lent her some. She poured it out really slowly, and I, of course, wasn't thinking anything inappropriate. She thanked me and gave me the cutest smile I have ever seen. Like it wanted to ruin my happiness, the bell rang, and I got up. Then she did something that still lingers in my mind. She tapped my butt. "See you later," she said. My face went up in flames. She headed down the bleachers, but I just stood there. I turned to a friend of mine and said, "Dude. I think she was just hitting on me." Best day of my freshman year. Ever.
So, the ice cream truck went by yesterday and I didn't hear it until it was about to turn the corner. I grabbed my wallet and ran downstairs as fast as I could, but by the time I reached the door, the truck was gone :'(. I was so sad. I was so sad that I can't even think of another word to use besides sad. I whined loudly for the next five minutes, receiving an occasional "Shut up" from my dad. I texted a bunch of friends and told them about this horrific occurrence, and most of them laughed at me. What friends they are
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posted by wittyDragoon on Saturday 23 June 2012 at 2:46AM
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