Amazing Gracie: Yes, Even I Have Romances With my Occaisional Comedian

Yeah... haven't posted in a week. Hope you guys don't mind. I have a big research project due soon...

So, even I'm not immune to being zapped, and if you don't know what that means, read my post Zap. Just scroll down. If you don't, you will be very confused.

This is actually kind of old news, but I've been reluctant to write it because it's kind of embarrassing. The thing is, I got Zapped, and I looked at my hand before my time was up. It's not my fault. I was in gym, sitting on the floor while the teacher took attendance, and I put my hand down on something sticky. As I looked at my hand in disgust, I realized that I had looked at my hand. You gotta respect my honesty. I could've just lied and told everyone I didn't look, but I'm a nice person. (Really. I am. Seriously. I'm not kidding.)

So this whole ordeal happened on Thursday, and I asked out the boy I had to the next Tuesday at lunch by sort of asking loudly from my lunch table to his (they're pretty close, like next to each other). Now this guy isn't a bad kid. He's from England, so he's like a year younger than the rest of the grade. He has really pale blond, practically yellow hair. And he has a sense of humor, I have to say. He's definitely the class clown, can turn anything funny, into a joke. Sometimes it's hilarious. Sometimes it's annoying. Sometimes it makes the teachers laugh. Sometimes it makes them yell. But any way, he's funny. So I ask him out on Tuesday and what does my friend Grace do? Dares him to say yes, which he does. He knew I had been Zapped. Grrr.

So during English that day he goes:
"So what are you thinking, like, a movie, or something?"
"NO, Josh! I got Zapped, you aren't supposed to say yes!"
And that concluded that. Or so I thought.

He has been loving making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.

On Friday he comes up to me (again in English) and says:
"You know Grace, I don't think this is working out."
"Yes Joshie, I agree. I think we should see other people."
"No!... I mean, okay, if it's what you want. It's over, Grace."

Technically I was dating him for four days. My first boyfriend. Oh joy.
He continues to make me feel awkward.

Next Wednesday, he says:
"You, know, Grace, I've been thinking about our breakup...
"No, Josh. You said it yourself. It's over.
"But--"
"We're done."
"Fine Grace, but just remember, you're the one who asked me out."
"No I di- oh yeah." I scowled. He was never going to let this go.

Speaking of never letting it go, neither will my friends. They crack dumb joke about it, give me nudges and winks, tease me every time I'm in the same room as him (which is pretty often, since we have math and English together. GRRRRRR.

I bet I'll be at like my School Reunion and they'll be there, making fun of me 25 or 50 years later.

This is going to follow me for the rest of my life.

Here is your funny picture for the weekend, and since I didn't ppost one for last weekend, here's one for then too: