edensgarden's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My most embarassing moment Today is way better than yesterday, I finished cutting out all of those damned letters, and I went home a wrote in my real diary for about an hour. I just spilled my heart out and I felt so much better about everything. But, back to the original thought, I don't think bulletin boards are going to be my forte when I assume the reigns of a schoolteacher in a few weeks! Ho-ly! That is a sobering thought, I'm going to be a school teacher soon, like this is going to be my career, for the next little while, until plans change, whatever that means. My mantra: Plans are subject to change, plans are subject to change My life is testament to that. If you want to have a good laugh, check out Kitchen Logic today. She is having everyone call dibs on their favorite people. It�s like Fantasy Football for women. Hurry up, supplies are limited. I dibbed, David Duchovney, Ioan Grufford, and Harry Connick, Jr. I wanted to dib Nicolas Cage, but he was taken�phooie! ************************************************* Sometimes we all do embarrassing things, I am no exception to this. Once in college I had an embarrassing moment. In fact I think that this is the mother of all of my faux pas. Read on� It was October 31st, 1997, my roommates and I were getting ready for a Halloween, dance/costume party. We were all very excited to go, we all had great costumes and we all had dates. Our dates consisted of our four neighbors, the "Number 7 Boys" (they lived in Apt #7--go figure). The 7s were, Eric, Chris, Jason and Brandt. I'd actually only met Brandt that week, and was not impressed with him at all. He was whiny, having just broke up with the "Ball and Chain" only days before, rude, crude and too touchy-feely for me. I mentioned this to Chris in passing, thinking nothing of it, and why should I, guys don�t talk to each other. So, there we were in our apartment primping and fluffing for the big outing. The phone rang, "Hello, is Eden there?" Yes this Eden. "Eden, this is Chris, are you guys ready?" Almost. "Oh, and I also wanted to know, why you don't like Brandt? Tell me more, I'm just trying to understand." Ok--so at this point I was confused, I wanted to finish getting ready, but like the fool that I am, I proceeded to tell "Chris" what my grievances with his roommate were--everything, details, details and more details. Can you see where this is going? Well as it turns out, it wasn�t' Chris on the phone, it was Brandt. And after a bit, he let me know who he really was. How red was my face at that point? How embarrassed was I? Oh, words just don't do it justice. I crawled under my bed and screamed all the mean dirty words I could think of into my pillow. So, eventually, we got to the party. I was trying my best to keep away from Brandt. It was hard, after all I was on a date with his best friend. His roommates, kept bringing up my mistake to me as well. Like I wasn't putting myself through my own version of hell at this point. Yes, I was doing the old 'run into the girl's washroom' trick too, but eventually he caught up to me and grabbed my hand. He took me out to the dance floor where we had a chat about what I'd said earlier. He teased me mercilessly, but I deserved it--every last word. I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn�t. My date and my roommates left with out me, so I was stuck at this place--all alone. The only other person left was, guess who, that's right, Brandt. He loaded me in his car, and drove me home. I sat in silence, he went on and on about what I'd said. My skin was crawling, I had to pee and I was cold. Not a good combination, you can only imagine what happened next. The flood gates opened, I began to cry and I was begging for mercy. He forgave me, when he saw how upset I'd become. I know I deserved every jibe he threw my way, but he didn't have to keep teasing me. I said I was sorry so many times. Eventually, Brandt and I came to grips, and called a truce. He forgave me, and I was eventually able to hold my head up in his presence once again. In fact, he gave me the first kiss under our mistletoe that year. What a strange way to start a friendship� Well, that's it for this week, take it easy�Eden PS if you found me thru my banner add, please sign my guestbook Thanks, I need the validation! 2:13 p.m. - September 28, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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