The STE
01-18-2005, 07:44 PM
Set your VCR's, TiVO's, and DVD recorders, Sam The Egg is going to talk about himself, all STE-ism aside, for the first and only time.
Ready, go:
"I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine"
-The ghost of King Hamlet
Okay, so this might not be so dramatic as all that, but the quote makes for a good introduction, so fuck you. Quick background before the Year in question. I don't like groups of people. I'm not saying that so I can seem like some cool loner type, "I don't hang out in the crowd" type bullshit. I don't like groups of people. That includes most everything from hanging out with a bunch of people to going to parties. It's not particularly a phobia or some sort of anxiety thing (closer to an anxiety type thing, but whatever), I just don't like it all that much. During lunch I ate over in the corner by the
entrance to the gym, either alone or with a (1) friend who also liked eating over there, for reasons that may or may not be different from my own. In a completely different rant/story/essay, we got split up on different lunches.
Meanwhile, sometime around the early middle of the last semester we had lunch together, I met a guy named Emmet. Okay, that's not really when I met him, but that's when we started conversing on any sort of scale more meaningful than making fun of his mustache. For reasons that are, to this day, beyond me, he decides he's going to get me to like people and make me popular. Those of you that "know" me, I was probably thinking the same thing then that you are now. He also wanted to get me a girlfriend. Those of you that "know" me and dislike me, I was probably thinking the same thing then that you are now. But apparently there were 2 girls that liked me. This was news to me. But no wonder, I'd never heard of either one of them. This will become important later. So, I get dragged to a Halloween party. This is still that last semester that I ate alone (until now, but I'm getting ahead of the story). The Halloween party. No idea why I went. The excuse I'm going to stick with was that if I didn't placate Emmet, he'd bug me even more than normal. And I guess I didn't want to be rude (I know, I know), since, as annoying as it was, he was trying to be nice. So we were there, he introduces me to Jasmine. The other girl that allegedly liked me was there, too, but I didn't know who she was and didn't meet her and to this day don't know who she is or what she looks like. I think Emmet said her name was Amanda. Whatever. So Emmet spends the party bugging Jasmine and me for us to get together. Sparing you the boring details (and they are very boring, given that I'm reserved in person and apparently so was she), she apparently liked me after all. To hear Emmet tell it, she was obsessed with me, which is fucking creepy since that was the first I'd ever heard of her. Plus, she was like 3 years younger than me. No idea if that's relevant or not, besides the fact that I when I was 18 she was 15, which would make me a dirty pedophile. So, after the Halloween party, I don't see her except a couple of brief seconds during the lunch switchover.
This goes on for a week, and then, whilst passing in the hallway, she gives me a note. Reader, the poem that she wrote was the kind of creepy that I hadn't seen since Single White Female. I'd quote it, but the note is gone. There was something about touching or something, that was the only part that stuck out. She backtracked later and said the poem was just for a class or something. Uh-huh. So we're conversing via the occasional note and once in a while in person between classes. Next semester, Ronnie (other corner person) is on a different lunch shift. I have my theories on why, but that would be a rant in and of its self. But Emmet and Sherri (his girlfriend) and their group of fucktards are. "Come sit at our table", "Fuck you, you sit over in the corner", repeat. That was the exchange until I gave in, mostly because I was used to talking to Ronnie, and the sudden transition from talking about random and stupid stuff to sitting alone left me bored. Jasmine, too, was on the lunch shift. So, we ate lunch together now. By eat lunch, I mean I didn't eat. The food sucks. This all happened day one of the semester.
At the end of the week, Sherri had a b-day party/shitty techno rave in her basement. Cheap bastard that I am, I copy a DVD in lieu of a present. Jasmine was there, too. Neither one of us danced because I have no rhythm and she...I guess...didn't wanna. Others danced though, and of a quality not seen since Girls Gone Wild. It was at this party that Jasmine kissed me. Very briefly on the cheek, and instantly writing it off and running to talk to someone else. I get the stupid "hey, Jasmine wants to know if you'll go out with her" middleman shit from some of the strippers-in-training. I wasn't having any of that. So, it was still pretty dead. Whether or not this counted as us being a couple or not I have no idea. For a while, the day went like, we see each other before 1st hour, then during lunch, we go to my 5th hour together, go to my bus together.
During this time, she really seemed to like hitting me. And was kinda abusive verbally. Of course, I backed her up on all the stuff she said to me, cause it's funny (or was then). One of the times, she told me to shut up, so I did. Then she wanted me to talk, and said she'd kick my ass in front of everybody. Out of habit, I almost said that I would probably enjoy that, but instead just walked around her. About this time the bell rang, making both of us late, I try to get to class, she pushes me, and I push her off of me. So...she fucking hit me! I mean like hit-hit, in the side of the head. In a move that I regretted for a period of 10 months, I retaliated by choking her. Yeah, that probably wasn't the best thing I could have done, but it got her away and me to class. If we had being together previously, which neither one of us had confirmed or denied, this was surely our breakup. Suddenly, some Tuesday in April, about 2 months after the little incident, we were either back together or were officially together. You know the story up to this point, you decide. I'm busy typing. But things are pretty much the same. Bit more physical contact, but still.
And then school was done. I had her and others over to my house once, we went to see that Riddick movie (it sucked), and then she was grounded. For two months. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to be there, and her parents found out. Oops. So, summer went by, I didn't see her. At all. Early the next school year, we went to our friend Amanda's house (different Amanda), her parents found out I was there, and she got grounded. Again. For two more months. FUCK! Nothing goes on until she's ungrounded. Except for one brief moment when we were alone waiting for my dad outside the school after science club (I know, I know). I kissed her, and then left (my dad was there). Given that it's me, this is fairly significant.
Ready, go:
"I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres;
Thy knotted and combined locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine"
-The ghost of King Hamlet
Okay, so this might not be so dramatic as all that, but the quote makes for a good introduction, so fuck you. Quick background before the Year in question. I don't like groups of people. I'm not saying that so I can seem like some cool loner type, "I don't hang out in the crowd" type bullshit. I don't like groups of people. That includes most everything from hanging out with a bunch of people to going to parties. It's not particularly a phobia or some sort of anxiety thing (closer to an anxiety type thing, but whatever), I just don't like it all that much. During lunch I ate over in the corner by the
entrance to the gym, either alone or with a (1) friend who also liked eating over there, for reasons that may or may not be different from my own. In a completely different rant/story/essay, we got split up on different lunches.
Meanwhile, sometime around the early middle of the last semester we had lunch together, I met a guy named Emmet. Okay, that's not really when I met him, but that's when we started conversing on any sort of scale more meaningful than making fun of his mustache. For reasons that are, to this day, beyond me, he decides he's going to get me to like people and make me popular. Those of you that "know" me, I was probably thinking the same thing then that you are now. He also wanted to get me a girlfriend. Those of you that "know" me and dislike me, I was probably thinking the same thing then that you are now. But apparently there were 2 girls that liked me. This was news to me. But no wonder, I'd never heard of either one of them. This will become important later. So, I get dragged to a Halloween party. This is still that last semester that I ate alone (until now, but I'm getting ahead of the story). The Halloween party. No idea why I went. The excuse I'm going to stick with was that if I didn't placate Emmet, he'd bug me even more than normal. And I guess I didn't want to be rude (I know, I know), since, as annoying as it was, he was trying to be nice. So we were there, he introduces me to Jasmine. The other girl that allegedly liked me was there, too, but I didn't know who she was and didn't meet her and to this day don't know who she is or what she looks like. I think Emmet said her name was Amanda. Whatever. So Emmet spends the party bugging Jasmine and me for us to get together. Sparing you the boring details (and they are very boring, given that I'm reserved in person and apparently so was she), she apparently liked me after all. To hear Emmet tell it, she was obsessed with me, which is fucking creepy since that was the first I'd ever heard of her. Plus, she was like 3 years younger than me. No idea if that's relevant or not, besides the fact that I when I was 18 she was 15, which would make me a dirty pedophile. So, after the Halloween party, I don't see her except a couple of brief seconds during the lunch switchover.
This goes on for a week, and then, whilst passing in the hallway, she gives me a note. Reader, the poem that she wrote was the kind of creepy that I hadn't seen since Single White Female. I'd quote it, but the note is gone. There was something about touching or something, that was the only part that stuck out. She backtracked later and said the poem was just for a class or something. Uh-huh. So we're conversing via the occasional note and once in a while in person between classes. Next semester, Ronnie (other corner person) is on a different lunch shift. I have my theories on why, but that would be a rant in and of its self. But Emmet and Sherri (his girlfriend) and their group of fucktards are. "Come sit at our table", "Fuck you, you sit over in the corner", repeat. That was the exchange until I gave in, mostly because I was used to talking to Ronnie, and the sudden transition from talking about random and stupid stuff to sitting alone left me bored. Jasmine, too, was on the lunch shift. So, we ate lunch together now. By eat lunch, I mean I didn't eat. The food sucks. This all happened day one of the semester.
At the end of the week, Sherri had a b-day party/shitty techno rave in her basement. Cheap bastard that I am, I copy a DVD in lieu of a present. Jasmine was there, too. Neither one of us danced because I have no rhythm and she...I guess...didn't wanna. Others danced though, and of a quality not seen since Girls Gone Wild. It was at this party that Jasmine kissed me. Very briefly on the cheek, and instantly writing it off and running to talk to someone else. I get the stupid "hey, Jasmine wants to know if you'll go out with her" middleman shit from some of the strippers-in-training. I wasn't having any of that. So, it was still pretty dead. Whether or not this counted as us being a couple or not I have no idea. For a while, the day went like, we see each other before 1st hour, then during lunch, we go to my 5th hour together, go to my bus together.
During this time, she really seemed to like hitting me. And was kinda abusive verbally. Of course, I backed her up on all the stuff she said to me, cause it's funny (or was then). One of the times, she told me to shut up, so I did. Then she wanted me to talk, and said she'd kick my ass in front of everybody. Out of habit, I almost said that I would probably enjoy that, but instead just walked around her. About this time the bell rang, making both of us late, I try to get to class, she pushes me, and I push her off of me. So...she fucking hit me! I mean like hit-hit, in the side of the head. In a move that I regretted for a period of 10 months, I retaliated by choking her. Yeah, that probably wasn't the best thing I could have done, but it got her away and me to class. If we had being together previously, which neither one of us had confirmed or denied, this was surely our breakup. Suddenly, some Tuesday in April, about 2 months after the little incident, we were either back together or were officially together. You know the story up to this point, you decide. I'm busy typing. But things are pretty much the same. Bit more physical contact, but still.
And then school was done. I had her and others over to my house once, we went to see that Riddick movie (it sucked), and then she was grounded. For two months. Apparently, I wasn't supposed to be there, and her parents found out. Oops. So, summer went by, I didn't see her. At all. Early the next school year, we went to our friend Amanda's house (different Amanda), her parents found out I was there, and she got grounded. Again. For two more months. FUCK! Nothing goes on until she's ungrounded. Except for one brief moment when we were alone waiting for my dad outside the school after science club (I know, I know). I kissed her, and then left (my dad was there). Given that it's me, this is fairly significant.