okay, i was going to wait to post this til at least midnight, so it was tomorrow, but oh well. who cares. so i posted the giant thumb. i struggled with the title. first it was just “giant thumb,” then “a giant thumb,” then “bread pudding thumbnail crumbs,” then to what you see now, “the giant thumb.”

this story sits very strangely with me.  i want to laugh hysterically whenever i read it (in fact, i was typing it in a computer lab and i kept bursting out in laughter as i typed it.  people gave me dirty looks. but i’m in the computer science computer lab, and people in this lab tend to be indians, from india, who don’t always speak english well.  can you imagine how difficult reading one of my stories would be to a student who was somewhat learning english? so anyway, i didn’t tell them why i was laughing.  instead, i grabbed the keyboard and mouse and glared at them, as if they were trying to steal them.)

the summer after my 8th grade year, i started making friends that were upperclass high school students (you see, i never had any good friends throughout junior high, so i tried to look to high school for friends.  i was very sad.).  i hoped that they would start calling me “thumbs” because i wanted a nickname, so i stuck my thumbs out a lot. i’d practice sticking them out while doing lots of things: walking, playing guitar, writing, anything.  this is a true story, and they never called me “thumbs,” and, thankfully, i don’t think i ever told them i wanted them to. 

i’m really sick of talking about thumbs now.