Diary Friday

This Diary Friday moment is positively ridiculous. I was not invited to my Junior Prom. Neither was one of my other very good friends. We were in very black-comedic moods about it, since the rest of our friends were going.

I want to be clear that there was much comedy in all of this, even though we wished we were going. I had invited someone I was MADLY IN LOVE WITH, how could he not know???????, and his devastating reply was, “I don’t think I know you well enough.” How could he have missed the obvious fact that we had known one another since the dawn of time, that our souls had been meeting up in the ether for eternity, that CONVERSATION is a PALTRY thing, when compared to knowing someone in THAT way.

My friend had also asked the love of her life, the man she had loved and known since the earth was young (even though they had probably had a total of 3 conversations) – and he had also said No.

We became the epitome of a Smiths song, skulking around in melancholy black, raining on everyone else’s prom parade.

Anyway. My friend and I were in a riotous French class – taught by a riotous man – Too many funny stories to tell at the moment about that class, but she and I composed this STUPID poem together, in rudimentary nursery-rhyme French, about not going to the Prom.

And then we wrote it on the damn blackboard one day, before everyone arrived for class.

We sat in our chairs, shaking with laughter, as the class read our stupid poem.

I’m sure there are grammatical and spelling errors – not to mention how completely ridiculous it is. But it made us laugh, and that was the point.

If you don’t know French, you’re merde out of luck. (Actually, to call the below “French” is probably waaayyyy incorrect – although we did our best.) If you do know French, feel free to provide a translation in the comments, and feel free to correct our stupid grammar, if the occasion arises.

MAY

Le Cauchemar
La vie est cruelle
Nous ne sommes pas belles
Les hommes sont stupide
Ils sont inwalid.
Le prom n’est pas bon
Les hommes, ils disent ‘Non’
Si, nous irons loin de cette ville
Nous irons beaucoup de miles
Nous n’aimons pas rien
Tout le monde n’est pas bien
Dixsept est une age mal
Si on ne va pas au bal.

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5 Responses to Diary Friday

  1. Mark says:

    I don’t know French, but I do know Babel Fish. Nightmare, indeed.

  2. Steve the Llamabutcher says:

    Three words:

    Dumbest. High school boys. ever.

  3. Kate says:

    “Cauchemare” est superbe. Ca me fait rire.

    Also, I got Cat’s Eye out of the library. As soon as I’m done with the Awakening, I’m re-reading that thing.

    Have you seen “Hilary and Jackie”? I have a feeling that you’d either love it or hate it. .

    love,
    K

  4. red says:

    Apres moi, le deluge.

    I loved Hilary and Jackie – even though it was so bleak – and the scenes of her having palsy fits at the end were SO UPSETTING. I couldn’t help but imagine myself in her position.

    Rachel Griffiths rules. I’m a bit sick of Emily Watson, actually. I want her to take a couple of years off.

  5. Anne says:

    “CONVERSATION is a PALTRY thing, when compared to knowing someone in THAT way.”

    While I was having some crush or other, a friend of mine found a Thomas Mann quote that she wrote out for me:

    “There is no relation more strange, more critical, than that established solely by the eyes.”

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