I should have known! I went to that stupid SHHS BBQ. (SHHS BBQ? That's a mouthful.) First, I sat outside quietly with this group of talkative other people, looking like a loner. Tried to strike up a conversation with someone, and they'd just go, "Hmmmkay..." and turn and talk to someone else. I musta got served like hella times and shit, fools.
It's important to note: Even when I'm sobbing, which I am, I still like to joke. Especially since you guys get me.
So I tried, I really did, very very hard. I would kind of stand with a group of girls and listen, and they would drift/wander away, and I'd be left standing there, and the whole thing would happen again. I am now a clingy loner loser. People are always really hard on themselves, but I'm being kind. Nobody likes barnicle people who stay with you wherever you go. My mom calls them "Clingons." Get it, like Star Trek? Whatev. So I tried talking to people, but it wasn't working.
So I go inside and dance. But all it is is a bunch of girls dancing in clumps in which I don't belong, and one really long "freak train" of humping people. Oh, and one guy laying on the floor, getting a lap dance. Not my scene.
So I go into the bathroom and call Rachel, which made me feel better. Except her Ancient Civ teacher is a crumby... Bumby. I don't know what to call him.
So I go try and dance again, with this one girl who seems pretty nice. But this guy comes over and like, humps my leg. Are teenagers all animals? I thought adults were stereo typing, but I would too, at something like this. So after giving my thouroughly disgusted, patented, Nicole's "What the fuck?" face, I go outside, and call my mother, who was eating dinner. I asked for her to pick me up early. She said she'd come and stuff, but she wasn't in a hurry.
So I went back into the bathroom and cried for another 30 minutes, until I went out front to wait for her. Found her, got Jessie, drove her home and cried, and went to Burger King.
The guy running the counter was the nicest person I'd met all night. "You okay?" So I told him how it was my first week of high school and I hated it. (I edited out the part about the guy humping my leg.) The guy working there said he changed High Schools 3 times, so he had about 4 first weeks of school, but that it would get bigger. And he supersized my order for free. Cool.
So is something wrong with me? I didn't have one of those embarrassing moments, like, when some guy says, "Ummm... I think you sat in some Mountain Dew Code Red or something," Or you just look ugly. No, I'm wearing a ruffled skirt. Another girl was wearing one, and she was fine. No, my skirt is fine. A junior was wearing the same shirt. No, it can't be the shirt. Everyone wears footies with converse, and chandelier earrings. Do I have something on my face? Am I ugly? I'm not fat and I don't have zits, and I'm funny. Come on, people, what's wrong?
I can't believe I went. What was I thinking? (Cue Dierks.) Speaking of which, I'm like, deaf from the crappy music. "Get Low?" What does that even mean?
And what's worse? I didn't even wear my Annyong shirt. "No... I don't want to look that dorky at the first BBQ." If I'm going to look like a fucking barnicle loser, I might as well wear a shirt that makes me laugh and completes the look.
Why do I suddenly not have any friends?

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