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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
We became the epitome of a Smiths song, skulking around in melancholy black, raining on everyone else’s prom parade.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
And then we wrote it on the damn blackboard one day, before everyone arrived for class.<\/p>\n
We sat in our chairs, shaking with laughter, as the class read our stupid poem.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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 <\/i>know French, feel free to provide a translation in the comments, and feel free to correct our stupid grammar, if the occasion arises.<\/p>\n
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Le Cauchemar<\/u>
\nLa vie est cruelle
\nNous ne sommes pas belles
\nLes hommes sont stupide
\nIls sont inwalid.
\nLe prom n’est pas bon
\nLes hommes, ils disent ‘Non’
\nSi, nous irons loin de cette ville
\nNous irons beaucoup de miles
\nNous n’aimons pas rien
\nTout le monde n’est pas bien
\nDixsept est une age mal
\nSi on ne va pas au bal.<\/p>\n
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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. … Continue reading