yeah yeah watched Grey's, started thinking...lame

I'm trying to figure out what category I would place myself in when it comes to high school and I am having a disconcerting amount of trouble pinning it down.

We can rule out athlete. And we can rule out band. And cheerleader. Basically anything that required rhythm or coordination. Had I shown up more often I probably would have been more of the academic type. Definitely more than smart enough, smarter than average. But I skated by on the least amount of effort much of the time which still yielding some very fine grades giving me little impetus to strive further. Slacker - it would fit but I didn't smoke pot or drink or cut class without parental consent - or, more accurately - without my parents turning a blind eye. And I never had detention and I wasn't much of a rebel but I never dressed up for mass, never wore the sue mills uniforms, never ever tucked in my shirt and, as mentioned, had down to a science the art of coming and going as I pleased. I was definitely geeky - not in an overt, stereotypical pocket-protector way though. More in a bookworm, overly eager to be liked, insecure way. I wasn't uber popular but I wasn't a loner - I had a decent sized rotation of friends with a few really core ones. The honors kids (yes I was in honors classes) tended to be in most of the same classes together - and journalism also. I sucked at journalism because I only wanted to write Op/ed pieces. I was in theatre (until they started doing only musicals, which incidentally coincided with the abrupt resignation of Brother Rob....maybe he wasn't gay after all??) but I wasn't a theatre geek/aficianado - take your pick - because I hated Rent and Our Town way too much for that. I was vice president of Alpha Delta Mu (arts society) for like four and a half minutes, during which time we accomplished ummmm....oh that's right, nothing! I never ran for ASB. I wasn't valedictorian. Wasn't Ivy League bound though I could have been had I even remotely applied myself. I wasn't artsy but I did draw and paint - with varying degrees of success and a limited range of inspiration. I wasn't edgy but I was in possession of a hooded sweatshirt or two. I wasn't a rocker but I was a groupie. I was pretty but too exotic for that to yield much in the way of results - a little more than cute, but def less than gorgeous - verrrry slim though with a year round tan, a mainly clear complexion, and shapely legs. I was a flirt, I have been told, and still - i have also been told - am. But I was totally chicken about any boy who was stupid enough to think he liked me and I was really, really shitty to them as my defense. By the same token though, I could be friendly and sweet. When I wasn't being combative and getting into heated debates. And I had basically zero tolerance for anyone who didn't possess a thorough understanding of classical literature, as well as an at least semi-emotional response to it and didn't bother to debate them. Rather I joined a deep chorus of sighs accompanied by synchronized eye rolling worthy of an olympic medal. That said, I harbored a deep deep disdain for avid Kurt Vonnegut and Hunter S Thompson readers. Hated anime, hated music where people screamed at me, hated music that could be found on a top 40 list. Had a good sense of humor and appreciated funny people - I held funny and smart people in the highest regard. But I would not say I was ever anything more than occasionally witty and infrequently at that. Talked too much for my own (or anyone else's) good - and I could be overly emotional. And let's face it - attention seeking (not much changed there). I was not religious (a surprising number of born again types at my catholic school) and did not do anything in the way of campus ministry, but I wasn't one of the atheistic, god is dead, types.

Alright, I guess when I weigh all the evidence, I still fall into the nerd category more than any other - even with my perennially untucked shirt. (use of words like perennially reeeeeeally didn't help my case).

I hope I've judged myself fairly - given myself credit where credit is due and amply accounted for my flaws.

Patrick's summation of me just now was 'cute bookworm'. He for the record was 'ex-fat kid turned hot rock star' - or so say I.