10-10-1996 Practice Letters to Johanne

Wow. Just another day. I'm not going to bother to quote Boingo this time. Hmmm. Why am I depressed? It ain't cool. frankly, it sucks. Hmm. will I... Should I tell Heather about Claire? I think so. She can push away Coulds, and tell me the real meaning.
Ho hum. Life is a bore. I wish I had hope. Johanne doesn't even pretend to smile when I say Hi anymore. Hmm. I have nothing to lose. I might as well walk up to her, apologize, explain that I really should have waited to ask her, and ask her not to hate me. I could write a note. How would that be? I dunno. She might just think I'm a quack. If she does, that's her problem. I can move on. I am out of ideas. Hmm. That sounds pretty good to me. It might just be because it's getting late, and I get most depressed and most longing at night.
I'll get Heather's advice. I want Heather to get home.
Although it is only minutes since I came up w/ the letter idea, I'm already thinking that it's a bad idea. My life is so boring and uneventful, prehaps radical random action is what I need. Of course, since I don';t even know her, she might be a huge Bitch, and spread the note around school. I won't put any self destructive material in the letter. What shall teh letter say? Hmm. I shall ask Heather.

Well Heather was a Honk-a-doodle of Help. Oh well. Even though I feel like I shouldn;t write it. But I will anyway. ::sigh::

And I felt so bad and didn't know why. And it didn't get better as time went by. I was there for you but you turned away. And I tried to find you, but it's useless. And I tried to speak, bu tit's useless. And I tried to find you but it's useless.
-Can't See (useless)
Oingo Boingo (Boingo)

Deaf Johanne,
The past week I have noticed a



I apologize fromt eh bottom of my heart and the entierity of my soul. I ask, not for you to come to homecoming with ,e. or to even rethink your decision. All I ask is for you to take the time to rejudge my character. I feel as though I have given you the wrong impression of me.

*Dear Johanne,
As a result of my invitation to Homecoming a week prior, I believe I have mislead you. about Although I do like you, I believe that the feeling is not shared by you. I'm apologizing. I apologize from teh bottom of my heart, adn entierity of my soul for asking you, as we hardly know one another. I'm sorry. I'm not asking you to change yoru mind about the dance. I am simply asking you to take the time to rejudge my character.

Dear Johanne,
As a result of my nvitation to Homecoming, I now realize, and apologize for my mistake. I made the mistake of asking you to the dance, even though you don't even know me.
I don't with for you to take me to the dance, not even for you to like me. All I ask is a swift reevaluation. Even if you gave me another chance, it wouldn't do me any good, as I am horribly shy.
So the character reevaluation wouldn;t even get you much. I suppose all I want is forgiveness. If not, then a knee to the groin so I can find a reason to get over you.

Crap. I can't think of anything good ot write.
Hmm. I just sat down and wrote Melissa's letter. Maybe Her's will come the same way.

Dear Johanne,
I apologize I apologize for asking you to Homecoming. You don't even know me. How could I expect you to answer? My foolishness tells me that

Dear Johanne,
I apologize. I apologize for asking you to Homecoming when you don't even know me. I am ashamed to think that you like me less because of it.

Dear Johanne,
I like you. I have ever since I first gazed into your bright, beautiful, baby blue eyes. I asked you to Homecoming because I like you. As the blind man, I stumbled. Instead of waiting until the 9th grade dance to ask you, I jumped the gun, and got shot/
eyes are baby blue. they are ocean waters on a hot day, the winter breeze. The carribean. /
It's late. I'm Tired. I'm sleeping Now. Bye.