Dork
One time in 5th grade, this kid called me "dork" over and over again for about a half hour until I cried.
About a year after high-school, that same guy came into the video-store I worked at and told me how awesome Lord of Illusions was.
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One time in 5th grade, this kid called me "dork" over and over again for about a half hour until I cried.
When I was about 11 or 12, I waited in line for six hours at a mall to audition for Double Dare. The first phase was a one-on-one interview with a producer. I wanted so hard to be cute and clever, but I got nervous and totally blew it. I was just annoying and naturally didn't get picked to go to the second stage of the audition.