Brown hair, blue eyes, 5’8”, one of “ those” faces, you know the one, where you swear you know someone but you can’t place them. thats me. slightly athletic although you wouldn’t catch me out on any field. a bowling alley maybe, but only with the senior club. i’d say im bright but im only in normal classes, couldn’t stand to be in an “ advanced” classes. I wouldn’t say i’m anything extrordinary. not super popular, not saying i dont have freinds but on a friday evening i’d rather be a doctor who marathon than a party.
but who am i?
introducing Robert Smith. aka John Donne in the flesh. this is my blog you’re reading , thanks for taking the time. what kind of guy goes and writes a blog, especialy in this “ journal” style. i guess i am, but as a prodject for my english teacher, nothing more or less.
where to start? a yes, the dance. its coming up, might as well start there. every year we have a christmas swing dance. guys ask girl. get dressed up and dance. who has two left feet and no, i repeat no idea on how to dance. that would be me. and who to ask, reading to find my companion for the evening. should be an adventure
k picked someone out. Emily Jane, she’s in my english class, out of my league, but something in her eyes hint that she’d say yes. there is a kindness there, pure, unjaded. i’m going to do this. whats the worse she can do?
say no, thats what she can do. i stood up in english class and asked. nothing to fancy, figured that was best. she blushed and wouldn’t meet my eyes. i’m sorry she said. she had already been asked. go figure. Ms. tyler gave me a sad smile as i asked to be excused. not looking forward to class tomorrow.
my best friend james in true fashion subjected a who marathon and burgers instead. sounds like a plan. what else could i do? go to the dance as that reject loner. no thank you. not my cup of tea as my grandma would say.
you’ll hear me mention her a lot. dead beat dad, never really knew him, or mom for that matter, she died when i was little. was raised by mom’s mom. she’s in a home now, i live on my own. visit her every day. bring her little paper cranes, has a whole swarm living with her now. she thinks they’re funny.
i know there's no one reading this but on the off chance you’ve stumbled across this then what do you think? leave a comment if you feel like it.
here goes nothing. and post. that wasn’t too bad. now we wait.
o here’s one, when is the dance. christmas eve. just in time for the dw special. how convenient. just over a month from now. why do i do this. extra credit, done by thanksgiving and i pass english. thank god, almost done. one week of posts and its good bye. bear with me.
nothing really happened this week. eat sleep school repeat. five days a week. we don’t get breaks here at weaver hollow.
let me explain something about my school. its the “ problem child” school. everyone here as something wrong with their past, like a smudge on the glass, not always noticeable but still there when looking at the big picture. most of us can’t go home, so we stay at school. don’t do a whole lot those weeks. not that we ever do.
i live in an apartment on campus. not to bad. as heat, wifi and cable. basic stuff. and parking, always important.
feel stupid doing this. i’ll stop now. no one will have to know
well i do. k kinda creepy. that was commented on the last post. views are going up now, have to watch what i say. o well the date has past i can stop. might as well.
hey guys long time no see. finals came and went, passed English thanks to this. but why am i back? when i say views went up. they did. by a lot. really crazy. some begging for me to come back. just one person from what i can tell . always reading. i wish i knew who.
if you’re out there. reading this. can you leave me a sign. who are you?
k nothing so far.
still nothing
I guess you’re shy. that's ok
I'll keep writing, just for you.
got up this am. had breakfast, soggy sausages and pancakes from the mess hall. emphasis on the mess. went bowling with grandma and company. she asked if i had a girl for the dance. told her not , although there is someone out there who i had my eye on.
I meant you. at least i hope you’re a girl. fingers crossed. care to clarify? that would be great.
hmm still no response. did i imagine you? maybe?
i guess not. my phone told me you came on. made me smile when it came on. if only i could message you. find out more. for now its me and my laptop. but you’re out there. in here. reading my life go by.
turn on your laptop camera. start talking to yourself. imagine someone else listening to you but you’re not 100% certain. just hopeful. that is what this is like. kind of odd.
i check here frequently. hoping for a reply. i’ve posted a few more times. not going to continue that handful here. isn’t important.
you read them all. i wonder if you’re reading this now. i’ll assume yes.
hope i won’t regret this. but i think i like you. a crush you could call it. simply curiosity. i know this sounds crazy. i don't even know if you exists.
now im not sure. i keep posting but i haven’t seen anything from you. no activity. like it all shut down. did i offend you? this was stupid. im sorry. please read this. i know that was rash. it really was.
if you feel anything. anything at all. reach out. please? please?
The Purpose of this Story:
to write a short piece where the main character falls in love with the reader. i hope that was accomplished. Comments? Thanks.
