It was around 8:15 tonight and I decided to head into Target on my bike to do some spontaneous shopping. I'm on my way, biking down Hennepin with nasty dark clouds covering the sky when it started to sprinkle. I was a bit worried that it might just start pouring and so I turned off of Broadway and started to head home. So I'm at this four-way stop sign and there is this white truck to my right. I think nothing of it as I turn left when suddenly the driver yells "Hey!"
At first I thought it might be just the usual jerk who thinks it classy to honk at me and say shit like, "Can I get your number, I'll call ya." But when I looked at the driver, I noticed that it was Alex, the guy I've talked of before in previous posts, the older guy who is one of my "regular" guests at Target. Knowing that this would inevitably turn out interesting, I stopped at the side of the road and waited for him to pull up. We started talking about the weather and about where we both lived; I found out that he was visiting his mother who actually lives very close to me. At one point he asked me if I had been to any clubs up here. "Oh, I just went to one during Halloween." I said. "I don't really have anyone to go to them with though."
"So you got anything going on tonight?" He asked.
"Just doing some projects for school and I might call up one of my friends that I haven't hung out with in awhile." I told him.
Eventually, Alex asked if I'd want to hang out with him tonight, but I "reluctantly" told him that I was probably going to be hanging out with one of my friends.
So...then he asked if I wanted to exchange numbers....and I obliged. I mean, I'm always up for this kind of stuff that's very "of the moment" and I do love having such stories to tell. I mean, Alex seems like a really nice guy, but as he's older, I just have some slight suspicions as to what his motives may be. Alex asked if I liked zoo's and was saying we should go to the como zoo or something, just somewhere where we could walk around and talk.
As we were getting ready to part I said with a smirk, "So...question."
"Yeah, anything." He replied.
"How old are you?" I asked.
I had been curious about this for I knew he was probably in his mid-30's to 40's and also I wondered if he planned on maybe going to a bar with me or something of the like. He asked me to guess and I said, "30's." He then told me that he was 34. So then he tried to guess my age and said that as he knew I was in school, he knew it'd be around 19-23. I told him I was newly 19 and he said that he would probably have guessed older than that.
Oh man...and just last night J.D. (a guy from my speech class) expressed his "love" for me. These boys! (And man...)
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
No Skull Injuries or Leg Injuries?! No, Nothing.
Since moving up here and biking to and from school in downtown Minneapolis, I was a bit curious as to how long it would take me to get hit by a car. Well, I now have my answer.
I knew that if I were to be hit, it would most likely be on my way home and by a car that was turning left. When I'm headed home, I'm going east on Hennepin and I've got cars zooming right by me on my right going the same way as I am. There have been a few times where I was almost hit by a couple cars, and even a bus, when they were in the process of turning left; they were getting ready to turn and waiting for traffic to pass by in the opposite direction and they wouldn't see me coming up behind them and would almost hit me. But as I saw what they were doing, I was able to successfully avoid it. I wasn't as lucky today. But that's because I just didn't see it coming.
It was raining off and on today and had started up again as my last class finished. I was annoyed at the rain for I had to wait for it to slow down. I had ridden home in the rain before and I really do hate it, and besides, I had new pants on that I didn't want to get dirty because I wanted to wear them to see Tony that evening. I was about to walk to the bus stop and take the bus home when the rain let up, and so I hopped on my bike and started heading east on Hennepin. I had my hood up as it was still sprinkling a little and was a bit chilly. So in other words, my vision was obscurred on my sides; I could really only see what was right in front of me. I was about four blocks away from the bridge into downtown and was nearing a set of lights when suddenly this black car shot in front of me and started to turn left. Now...this boggles me...I mean, this car had been behind me, had passed me, and then had still proceeded to turn left. How could the person not have seen me? Anyways...so I saw what was coming, I knew what was going to happen. I don't freak out in situations like this, I just prepare myself. Since it was raining, I knew my brakes were just frankly useless for they don't really work when they're wet; the tire just slides along them. So I put on my brakes and started to veer left so as not to hit the car full on. I hit the back side of the car and that along with steering my bike left, my bike fell out under me and I slid along the street on my right leg. I remember watching the car, wondering whether the person would be an asshole and just go on, or if they'd stop. The person stopped. I got up and the first thing I did was look down at my pants and was annoyed that they had gotten dirty. Other than that, I just kind of laughed inside thinking, "I just fucking got hit by a car." (Well...sort of, I guess I hit it actually.) So then the light turns green and I look to see that I'm surrounded by cars. I mean, I just got hit, you saw it...just wait a little fucking bit! I heard a male voice behind me, "You ok?!" Some guy in a car had rolled down his window. I just smiled and said "I'm ok." The lady who had driven the car ran up to me with her hands on her horror-stricken face and she said, "Oh my god! Are you ok?" I just waved her off as I got back onto my bike. "Yeah, I'm alright." I said. She kept asking though, "You have any skull injuries, leg injuries?"
"No, I'm good." I said and I got onto my bike and just went on my way, smiling and laughing the whole way home."
I was a bit shaken up right after it happened, but most of all I thought it was funny. And besides, I didn't even get hurt by it. Right after it happened, I pulled my cell out and called Tony while biking. When he answered, I said, "Guess just what fucking happened to me?"
Oh wow, I got hit by a car.
I knew that if I were to be hit, it would most likely be on my way home and by a car that was turning left. When I'm headed home, I'm going east on Hennepin and I've got cars zooming right by me on my right going the same way as I am. There have been a few times where I was almost hit by a couple cars, and even a bus, when they were in the process of turning left; they were getting ready to turn and waiting for traffic to pass by in the opposite direction and they wouldn't see me coming up behind them and would almost hit me. But as I saw what they were doing, I was able to successfully avoid it. I wasn't as lucky today. But that's because I just didn't see it coming.
It was raining off and on today and had started up again as my last class finished. I was annoyed at the rain for I had to wait for it to slow down. I had ridden home in the rain before and I really do hate it, and besides, I had new pants on that I didn't want to get dirty because I wanted to wear them to see Tony that evening. I was about to walk to the bus stop and take the bus home when the rain let up, and so I hopped on my bike and started heading east on Hennepin. I had my hood up as it was still sprinkling a little and was a bit chilly. So in other words, my vision was obscurred on my sides; I could really only see what was right in front of me. I was about four blocks away from the bridge into downtown and was nearing a set of lights when suddenly this black car shot in front of me and started to turn left. Now...this boggles me...I mean, this car had been behind me, had passed me, and then had still proceeded to turn left. How could the person not have seen me? Anyways...so I saw what was coming, I knew what was going to happen. I don't freak out in situations like this, I just prepare myself. Since it was raining, I knew my brakes were just frankly useless for they don't really work when they're wet; the tire just slides along them. So I put on my brakes and started to veer left so as not to hit the car full on. I hit the back side of the car and that along with steering my bike left, my bike fell out under me and I slid along the street on my right leg. I remember watching the car, wondering whether the person would be an asshole and just go on, or if they'd stop. The person stopped. I got up and the first thing I did was look down at my pants and was annoyed that they had gotten dirty. Other than that, I just kind of laughed inside thinking, "I just fucking got hit by a car." (Well...sort of, I guess I hit it actually.) So then the light turns green and I look to see that I'm surrounded by cars. I mean, I just got hit, you saw it...just wait a little fucking bit! I heard a male voice behind me, "You ok?!" Some guy in a car had rolled down his window. I just smiled and said "I'm ok." The lady who had driven the car ran up to me with her hands on her horror-stricken face and she said, "Oh my god! Are you ok?" I just waved her off as I got back onto my bike. "Yeah, I'm alright." I said. She kept asking though, "You have any skull injuries, leg injuries?"
"No, I'm good." I said and I got onto my bike and just went on my way, smiling and laughing the whole way home."
I was a bit shaken up right after it happened, but most of all I thought it was funny. And besides, I didn't even get hurt by it. Right after it happened, I pulled my cell out and called Tony while biking. When he answered, I said, "Guess just what fucking happened to me?"
Oh wow, I got hit by a car.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Weekend Review
I went home to Iowa this past weekend, and alas, it wasn't quite as eventful as it usually is. On Friday I hung out with Jay for a few hours before he had to go to class. It was actually quite nice; it was just like how it used to be when we were good friends before we started dating. We were just talking about nonsense shit and I didn't even feel weird talking about all the boys that I had met in the past months and we even talked about his little drunk venture when he had sex with that chick I had mentioned in a previous post.
Instead of going out Friday night I decided to stay home. Thing is, I never just stay at home when I return to Iowa; I'm always going out. But this night I decided that I'd stay home, watch Conan and go to bed at midnight...just like the ol' times. : ) That evening while sitting around watching tv, and also while laying in bed, five different guys called me. Ross, Steve, JD ( a guy in my speech class), Brock, and Brandon - a kind of friend from State Center. I ignored every call, except for JD's, just because we just started talking and so I thought it rather rude to ignore him. Steve left a voice mail saying, "I thought we were supposed to fucking hang out this weekend. I don't know if you're mad at me or something. But anyways, call me back!" I just laughed as I heard that.
On Saturday I didn't do too much either. That night I headed into Ames to party with Rachel, but there was no real partying to be had. I just had a couple of pink lemonade with vodka drinks and got a little buzzed. Steve was there and we were talking and getting along and whatnot. Later on we headed into Steve's friend Ryan's room and Steve and I were sitting on this really small couch. I was trying to sit at the very end of the couch as to not get too close to Steve, so as not to give him the wrong idea. But he had his arm spread out over the top of the couch and a few times I felt his fingers caress my shoulder. This bothered me, but I let his pass for he never made any further move and he didn't persist in doing so for long. But after about the 4th time I pulled my shoulder down and said, "Steve, stop it!" He made some comment and threw a slight fit. And now as I saw today, he thinks I'm mad at him. No, I'm not fucking mad, just annoyed that he made that comment. I just didn't want Steve to touch me.
On Sunday, I took it easy and just lounged around at home for awhile. I took a walk with Rachel and her dog and we had a lovely conversation about relationships and such. And then I jogged and took a shower and got ready to go home.
And now I'm in Minneapolis. : )
Instead of going out Friday night I decided to stay home. Thing is, I never just stay at home when I return to Iowa; I'm always going out. But this night I decided that I'd stay home, watch Conan and go to bed at midnight...just like the ol' times. : ) That evening while sitting around watching tv, and also while laying in bed, five different guys called me. Ross, Steve, JD ( a guy in my speech class), Brock, and Brandon - a kind of friend from State Center. I ignored every call, except for JD's, just because we just started talking and so I thought it rather rude to ignore him. Steve left a voice mail saying, "I thought we were supposed to fucking hang out this weekend. I don't know if you're mad at me or something. But anyways, call me back!" I just laughed as I heard that.
On Saturday I didn't do too much either. That night I headed into Ames to party with Rachel, but there was no real partying to be had. I just had a couple of pink lemonade with vodka drinks and got a little buzzed. Steve was there and we were talking and getting along and whatnot. Later on we headed into Steve's friend Ryan's room and Steve and I were sitting on this really small couch. I was trying to sit at the very end of the couch as to not get too close to Steve, so as not to give him the wrong idea. But he had his arm spread out over the top of the couch and a few times I felt his fingers caress my shoulder. This bothered me, but I let his pass for he never made any further move and he didn't persist in doing so for long. But after about the 4th time I pulled my shoulder down and said, "Steve, stop it!" He made some comment and threw a slight fit. And now as I saw today, he thinks I'm mad at him. No, I'm not fucking mad, just annoyed that he made that comment. I just didn't want Steve to touch me.
On Sunday, I took it easy and just lounged around at home for awhile. I took a walk with Rachel and her dog and we had a lovely conversation about relationships and such. And then I jogged and took a shower and got ready to go home.
And now I'm in Minneapolis. : )
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Midnight Travel
It's 11:30 pm and I just biked home from work. I'm going to finish packing shit into my car and then I'll be headed off for Iowa.
A guaranteed good time.
I have stories to tell about boys and stupid things. It'll have to wait til I'm at a comp again though I guess. Blah...
IOWA!
A guaranteed good time.
I have stories to tell about boys and stupid things. It'll have to wait til I'm at a comp again though I guess. Blah...
IOWA!
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Well Hello Alex, We Meet Again...
I saw Alex again last night at Target. For those of you who have forgotten who Alex is or just don't know, you can look back and familiarize yourself. (The post is titled "Creepity Creep.")
I was working stray last night at Target...in other words they set me free from the confines of my cash register and I was hooked up with a walkie and sent out with a cart to put stuff away that people had decided they didn't want. I headed back to the food area and suddenly I ended up in an aisle right next to Alex. Now, the only times we had ever talked had been the few times at Target, but yesterday when we saw one another, it was like we were great friends who hadn't seen one another in awhile. (True though, we hadn't seen one another in a while.) Alex asked, "How's it been since your break-up with your bf?"
I told him about how life was really good right now; I talked about how I had done a bit of dating and had met a lot of new friends. We talked about the weather and about me biking to work, we talked about my car and about how the transmission in it is dying. We talked about the summer and I told him about how I might just stay up in Minneapolis and experience summer up here.
At one point, Alex introduced himself to me again.
The conversation with him was really nice. He seemed happy to know that I was feeling better about things and such. Though I noticed, all the talking we did was mostly about me...hmm...I've got a potential stalker! (Yes....)
We probably talked for nearly 10 minutes and then he said he should let me go before I get yelled out. I told him to "come through my lane sometime" to which he replied "I'd love to."
Oh, I was such a giggle-fuck after this encounter!
I was working stray last night at Target...in other words they set me free from the confines of my cash register and I was hooked up with a walkie and sent out with a cart to put stuff away that people had decided they didn't want. I headed back to the food area and suddenly I ended up in an aisle right next to Alex. Now, the only times we had ever talked had been the few times at Target, but yesterday when we saw one another, it was like we were great friends who hadn't seen one another in awhile. (True though, we hadn't seen one another in a while.) Alex asked, "How's it been since your break-up with your bf?"
I told him about how life was really good right now; I talked about how I had done a bit of dating and had met a lot of new friends. We talked about the weather and about me biking to work, we talked about my car and about how the transmission in it is dying. We talked about the summer and I told him about how I might just stay up in Minneapolis and experience summer up here.
At one point, Alex introduced himself to me again.
The conversation with him was really nice. He seemed happy to know that I was feeling better about things and such. Though I noticed, all the talking we did was mostly about me...hmm...I've got a potential stalker! (Yes....)
We probably talked for nearly 10 minutes and then he said he should let me go before I get yelled out. I told him to "come through my lane sometime" to which he replied "I'd love to."
Oh, I was such a giggle-fuck after this encounter!
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Recent Going-Ons
Abel called me yet again the other day. And AGAIN he asked if I had "thought about it." I reiterated (sp?) that I was not looking for anyone, that I just did not want a relationship at this time. He still won't accept that and insisted, "I'll wait." So I asked Abel, "What if I end up with someone else?"
"I'll still wait."
He just doesn't get it. I also told him that he should find someone else. "I have." He said.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"You."
Argh!
I have developed a crush on a guy at work. It's not a big crush though, and nothing I'm taking too seriously as I've learned from my past few and recent experiences : do not take things too seriously. It's weird that I even like him. This guy works on the sales floor and I think it was pretty recently that he started cause I never really saw him around and he doesn't work all that often. I never really noticed him before; we had never talked as we don't really work around one another and I just viewed him as another Target worker. (Target Team Member! :) ) One night he came through my line; he was buying a microwave dinner for his break. I was just going to get him through and not really bring up conversation but then suddenly he did. Granted, it was work stuff, but still; he took that chance to talk. "You closing tonight?" He asked?
"Yep, fun stuff." I said in a horribly sarcastic tone. He went on to talk about how far the sales floor had got with their zoning and saying that it shouldn't be too bad that night. I then said to him, "Cool, well at least we get to participate in it together." I was being sarcastically sweet...if you can comprehend that. :) Later that night when I saw him while we were closing, we both looked at one another, our faces erupted in non-fake smiles and we said hi to each other. There was a crush.
The other night I biked to Target and I'm wearing but only short shorts and a tank top. I'm walking around where the cosmetics, dish soap and greeting cards are and I spot him as I walk by an aisle. I just walked right past and it would have been very obvious if I were to have just stopped and said hi. Secretly I'd hoped that somehow we'd be in the same aisle or something and then I could say hi. I was about to proceed to the check outs but knew I'd be disapointed with myself if I did only that. So, I headed back around the store, looking like I was looking for something and then came back around the aisle where I had spotted him. Well, no use not being obvious. He was in the middle of the aisle and I stopped and turned back and then came towards him. Yeah, "not" obvious. I just said, "Hey, how's it going?"
He seemed happy to see me. We started talking and I made sure to mention that I had biked to Target. The other night I saw him biking home so I felt this might spark his interest. We talked a little about music, about work, and other miscelaneous things. At one point I was looking away and when I looked back, I could see him looking me up and down, just checking me out. That was enjoyable. :)
So yeah, that's my crush, his name is Clay. I have no idea how old he is. I'm guessing around 24 but I could be wrong. He's super tall, has to be around 6'2. It's strange how we just started talking. I mean, we never talked or anything before and then BOOM!, we're talking.
Life is weird.
"I'll still wait."
He just doesn't get it. I also told him that he should find someone else. "I have." He said.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"You."
Argh!
I have developed a crush on a guy at work. It's not a big crush though, and nothing I'm taking too seriously as I've learned from my past few and recent experiences : do not take things too seriously. It's weird that I even like him. This guy works on the sales floor and I think it was pretty recently that he started cause I never really saw him around and he doesn't work all that often. I never really noticed him before; we had never talked as we don't really work around one another and I just viewed him as another Target worker. (Target Team Member! :) ) One night he came through my line; he was buying a microwave dinner for his break. I was just going to get him through and not really bring up conversation but then suddenly he did. Granted, it was work stuff, but still; he took that chance to talk. "You closing tonight?" He asked?
"Yep, fun stuff." I said in a horribly sarcastic tone. He went on to talk about how far the sales floor had got with their zoning and saying that it shouldn't be too bad that night. I then said to him, "Cool, well at least we get to participate in it together." I was being sarcastically sweet...if you can comprehend that. :) Later that night when I saw him while we were closing, we both looked at one another, our faces erupted in non-fake smiles and we said hi to each other. There was a crush.
The other night I biked to Target and I'm wearing but only short shorts and a tank top. I'm walking around where the cosmetics, dish soap and greeting cards are and I spot him as I walk by an aisle. I just walked right past and it would have been very obvious if I were to have just stopped and said hi. Secretly I'd hoped that somehow we'd be in the same aisle or something and then I could say hi. I was about to proceed to the check outs but knew I'd be disapointed with myself if I did only that. So, I headed back around the store, looking like I was looking for something and then came back around the aisle where I had spotted him. Well, no use not being obvious. He was in the middle of the aisle and I stopped and turned back and then came towards him. Yeah, "not" obvious. I just said, "Hey, how's it going?"
He seemed happy to see me. We started talking and I made sure to mention that I had biked to Target. The other night I saw him biking home so I felt this might spark his interest. We talked a little about music, about work, and other miscelaneous things. At one point I was looking away and when I looked back, I could see him looking me up and down, just checking me out. That was enjoyable. :)
So yeah, that's my crush, his name is Clay. I have no idea how old he is. I'm guessing around 24 but I could be wrong. He's super tall, has to be around 6'2. It's strange how we just started talking. I mean, we never talked or anything before and then BOOM!, we're talking.
Life is weird.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Horny Boys
Sometimes boys disgust me. When boys start flirting with me and attempt to "get somewhere" with me, I like to fuck with their minds, telling them "I know you can't help it, you have a penis."
Jake called me up the other night. Jake is the guy who is 17, went to my school and he's a bit of a sleaze. I wrote about him before; about how he was hitting on me and trying to hook up with me while I was still with Jay. One night he had asked, "So are we going to do anything tonight?" I replied, "No, I have a bf."
He claimed that he REALLY liked me. When I said, "No, you just want to fuck me", he just denied it. But he's a horny teenage boy, I don't believe him. : ) Last time I saw him I had Steve with me. Steve was hanging all over me in front of Jake and you could tell by seeing the look on Jake's face that he was pissed and jealous as a mofo. He had told me that day, "I'm disapointed, disapointed you're with him and not me." (Well, I wasn't "with" Steve, but still.)
Again, so he calls me the other night. I thought it might be Jacob for he has callen me before on Jake's cell phone. But no, it was Jake. He was telling me about how he's liked me since December and he's really been thinking about me a lot lately. I told him, "You just want to fuck me."
Jake replied, "Why do you always say that? I do not!"
Jake asked me to come home that night just to see him. As it'd be about a 4 hour drive, I declined. So then he proposed the idea that we meet halfway. I again shot down that offer. It was almost midnight for one thing, and for another thing, I wouldn't waste my gas on that boy.
I think it's funny how before I just would have loved to have all these boys want me, but right now, I'm getting frustrated by the fact that I can't find a guy who doesn't want to date me. Well, I did find Tony, and he's great. Really, really good friend, and he doesn't persist in trying to be my bf! Joy. : )
On another note, found out today from Jay that he fucked a girl while he was drunk. "Good Story." I texted him. "I still have yet to accomplish that."
He also told me that the best thing about it was that she cheated on her bf by doing that. And I said to him, "I thought you were better than that."
Asshole.
Jake called me up the other night. Jake is the guy who is 17, went to my school and he's a bit of a sleaze. I wrote about him before; about how he was hitting on me and trying to hook up with me while I was still with Jay. One night he had asked, "So are we going to do anything tonight?" I replied, "No, I have a bf."
He claimed that he REALLY liked me. When I said, "No, you just want to fuck me", he just denied it. But he's a horny teenage boy, I don't believe him. : ) Last time I saw him I had Steve with me. Steve was hanging all over me in front of Jake and you could tell by seeing the look on Jake's face that he was pissed and jealous as a mofo. He had told me that day, "I'm disapointed, disapointed you're with him and not me." (Well, I wasn't "with" Steve, but still.)
Again, so he calls me the other night. I thought it might be Jacob for he has callen me before on Jake's cell phone. But no, it was Jake. He was telling me about how he's liked me since December and he's really been thinking about me a lot lately. I told him, "You just want to fuck me."
Jake replied, "Why do you always say that? I do not!"
Jake asked me to come home that night just to see him. As it'd be about a 4 hour drive, I declined. So then he proposed the idea that we meet halfway. I again shot down that offer. It was almost midnight for one thing, and for another thing, I wouldn't waste my gas on that boy.
I think it's funny how before I just would have loved to have all these boys want me, but right now, I'm getting frustrated by the fact that I can't find a guy who doesn't want to date me. Well, I did find Tony, and he's great. Really, really good friend, and he doesn't persist in trying to be my bf! Joy. : )
On another note, found out today from Jay that he fucked a girl while he was drunk. "Good Story." I texted him. "I still have yet to accomplish that."
He also told me that the best thing about it was that she cheated on her bf by doing that. And I said to him, "I thought you were better than that."
Asshole.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
"Don't You Hate Persisent Boys?"
This is what my friend Rachel texted to me today as a reply to a text I sent her. No, I usually do not hate persistent boys, but I have an annoying one right now.
So I'm naive, what's new. I kept pushing off the idea that Abel liked me. Oh boy...yeah. The other night I gave him a ride home. I started to ask him about this girl he had told me about awhile ago who liked him and who wanted to be his gf. He said that nothing had come of it, as he hadn't liked her and so we started talking about relationships. He was talking about how he wants to be in a relationship with someone that he really cares about and such. Then I started talking about how I really don't want to be in a relationship right now cause...I just don't feel like being in one. So then Abel started to make the conversation personal; he started to go on about how when he first met me and found out I had a bf, he had liked me and one of the overnight people he worked with at Target was telling him to talk to me and stuff. He also went on to say about how when I broke up with Jay, he was afraid that I might get back together with him. And then he said, "I thought I'd give you some time." He also talked about other stuff, but with his accent and the way he says things, I couldn't really understand him. I knew it had to do with him liking me though. All of a sudden Abel asks, "So what do you think?"
"What do I think about what?" I asked perplexed.
"About what I said."
"About dating? Like a bf/gf thing?" I asked.
Abel replied, "Yes."
I told Abel aobut how I just don't feel ready to be in a relationship again. He couldn't understand why and there was no real way for me to explain it to him in a way that he'd truly understand. He was upset by this, but I wasn't going to give in. I mean, we really have nothing to talk about and I just feel no attraction to him. So I dropped him off and thought that was it.
Nope.
He called me today. He was talking like normal, asking me how I was and such, and then from nowhere he asks, "So what do you think?"
"What do I think about what?" He hadn't even brought up the topic of dating, though I knew that was what he was getting at.
"About what I said the other night." He replied.
"I already told you."
"You did?"
Ah, I couldn't believe this! I was having to go through this annoying ordeal again! So again I told him that I just don't want a relationship at this time. So then Abel tells me, "Just think about it."
Annoyed with it, I told him I would but it's doubtful that I'd want to.
"I'll wait." He said.
So yeah, he told me that he'd wait as long as he had to. Even when I brought up that he'll probably find another girl by that time, he totally denied that.
Stupid persistent boys.
So I'm naive, what's new. I kept pushing off the idea that Abel liked me. Oh boy...yeah. The other night I gave him a ride home. I started to ask him about this girl he had told me about awhile ago who liked him and who wanted to be his gf. He said that nothing had come of it, as he hadn't liked her and so we started talking about relationships. He was talking about how he wants to be in a relationship with someone that he really cares about and such. Then I started talking about how I really don't want to be in a relationship right now cause...I just don't feel like being in one. So then Abel started to make the conversation personal; he started to go on about how when he first met me and found out I had a bf, he had liked me and one of the overnight people he worked with at Target was telling him to talk to me and stuff. He also went on to say about how when I broke up with Jay, he was afraid that I might get back together with him. And then he said, "I thought I'd give you some time." He also talked about other stuff, but with his accent and the way he says things, I couldn't really understand him. I knew it had to do with him liking me though. All of a sudden Abel asks, "So what do you think?"
"What do I think about what?" I asked perplexed.
"About what I said."
"About dating? Like a bf/gf thing?" I asked.
Abel replied, "Yes."
I told Abel aobut how I just don't feel ready to be in a relationship again. He couldn't understand why and there was no real way for me to explain it to him in a way that he'd truly understand. He was upset by this, but I wasn't going to give in. I mean, we really have nothing to talk about and I just feel no attraction to him. So I dropped him off and thought that was it.
Nope.
He called me today. He was talking like normal, asking me how I was and such, and then from nowhere he asks, "So what do you think?"
"What do I think about what?" He hadn't even brought up the topic of dating, though I knew that was what he was getting at.
"About what I said the other night." He replied.
"I already told you."
"You did?"
Ah, I couldn't believe this! I was having to go through this annoying ordeal again! So again I told him that I just don't want a relationship at this time. So then Abel tells me, "Just think about it."
Annoyed with it, I told him I would but it's doubtful that I'd want to.
"I'll wait." He said.
So yeah, he told me that he'd wait as long as he had to. Even when I brought up that he'll probably find another girl by that time, he totally denied that.
Stupid persistent boys.
Monday, April 04, 2005
I Can't Even Go To The Grocery Store
So there's this grocery store called Sentyrz (think of every possible way you could spell "centers" wrong and there you go) that's right by my house. I mean, you walk across the street and you're there. Yesterday I had just got done jogging and so had taken a shower. I was in khakis and a white shirt with my hair down and wet. I had no make-up on and I seriously thought about how I just was not going to attract any attention what-so-ever when I headed over to the store.
Anyway, I'm headed home...haven't walked but maybe like 50 feet from the store and I hear a car honk at me. So, this has happened before, but this time, a white car with a female driver and male passenger pulls up to the side of the road. The guy is just looking me up and down, and does so the whole time he talks to me. "How old are you?" is his first question. I respond that I'm 19. The whole time he's talking to me, I keep assuming that he's going to comment on my age and how I'm dressed, but then I thought that absurd for I was very casually dressed. Damn, I'm so naive. So then he asked what I was doing. "Going home..." I said. "What's your name?" He asked. I told him him name was Liz. "Liz...are you single?" He asked. Oh yeah, I knew where this was going. I told him that I was single and so then he goes, "You mind if I call you sometime?" Without wanting to hurt his feelings and not say yes, I responded, "I'm not looking for anyone right now."
God damn, I can't even go to the grocery store without being harrassed. It's lovely. : )
I'm going to do medical testing. I've called...I'm sending a letter.
Anyway, I'm headed home...haven't walked but maybe like 50 feet from the store and I hear a car honk at me. So, this has happened before, but this time, a white car with a female driver and male passenger pulls up to the side of the road. The guy is just looking me up and down, and does so the whole time he talks to me. "How old are you?" is his first question. I respond that I'm 19. The whole time he's talking to me, I keep assuming that he's going to comment on my age and how I'm dressed, but then I thought that absurd for I was very casually dressed. Damn, I'm so naive. So then he asked what I was doing. "Going home..." I said. "What's your name?" He asked. I told him him name was Liz. "Liz...are you single?" He asked. Oh yeah, I knew where this was going. I told him that I was single and so then he goes, "You mind if I call you sometime?" Without wanting to hurt his feelings and not say yes, I responded, "I'm not looking for anyone right now."
God damn, I can't even go to the grocery store without being harrassed. It's lovely. : )
I'm going to do medical testing. I've called...I'm sending a letter.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Taxes
Anyone know if I have to fill out a Minnesota tax form? I've only been here since August and I'm not a resident...I don't know.
So the weekend has started off well. I spent Thursday and last night with Tony at his place in Uptown. On Thursday it was me, Tony and Ross hanging out; we just sat around at Tony's drinking beer until Ross decided he was really hungry and so we set out to Lunds to buy a pizza for him. The next day Tony took me out for breakfast/lunch and we had another nice chat about nothing in particular. Last night I went to Tony's and he had me watch The Red Dragon after he learned that I hadn't yet seen it. A very good movie I must say. And now here I am trying to figure out how to do my taxes.
Growing up is stupid.
But that's not something too interesting to discuss, or at least it doesn't interest me to write about it right now.
I'm really enjoying the time I spend with Tony. No, I do not have a crush on him or anything, but he's just a really cool guy. What's extra cool is the fact that I really didn't see him and I becoming as good of friends as we are becoming. I can tell that I really interest him as a person and that he truly values our friendship. It's lovely, it is.
Ian got me the new Beck cd as a late birthday gift. I picked it up yesterday and have listened to it a few times. Though the lyrics are still a bit "out there" at times, the sound of it just sounds a little more mature. It still carries that "little boy fun" to it that I love about Beck. So far, I really like it, and I'm sure that after I listen to it a few more times I'm going to just love it!
I'm working today, from 2:15 to close. Blah...suck shift. I need money though, so what can you do? And tonight what will I end up doing? Hanging out with someone I suppose...who that someone turns out to be, we'll just have to see. : )
So the weekend has started off well. I spent Thursday and last night with Tony at his place in Uptown. On Thursday it was me, Tony and Ross hanging out; we just sat around at Tony's drinking beer until Ross decided he was really hungry and so we set out to Lunds to buy a pizza for him. The next day Tony took me out for breakfast/lunch and we had another nice chat about nothing in particular. Last night I went to Tony's and he had me watch The Red Dragon after he learned that I hadn't yet seen it. A very good movie I must say. And now here I am trying to figure out how to do my taxes.
Growing up is stupid.
But that's not something too interesting to discuss, or at least it doesn't interest me to write about it right now.
I'm really enjoying the time I spend with Tony. No, I do not have a crush on him or anything, but he's just a really cool guy. What's extra cool is the fact that I really didn't see him and I becoming as good of friends as we are becoming. I can tell that I really interest him as a person and that he truly values our friendship. It's lovely, it is.
Ian got me the new Beck cd as a late birthday gift. I picked it up yesterday and have listened to it a few times. Though the lyrics are still a bit "out there" at times, the sound of it just sounds a little more mature. It still carries that "little boy fun" to it that I love about Beck. So far, I really like it, and I'm sure that after I listen to it a few more times I'm going to just love it!
I'm working today, from 2:15 to close. Blah...suck shift. I need money though, so what can you do? And tonight what will I end up doing? Hanging out with someone I suppose...who that someone turns out to be, we'll just have to see. : )
Thursday, March 31, 2005
This and That
Oh, I had the day off last night...and thank god I did! I've been so busy lately and it's just driving me insane! I mean, I got to class and then I'm home for a couple hours and then I have to go to work. If it's a bad night, I might not get home til midnight. Not wanting to stay up all night and get no sleep, I just shower quick and go to bed and start all over again. Oh, and I have so much shit to get done for school. Plus there are all of my personal things that I like to do like journal and write and read. Stuff that I'm finding I really don't have too much time for! It sucks. But oh well, only about a month longer until the semester is finished and then I can go back home to Iowa for the summer.
While home I'll need a job. I thought about going back to the nursing home, but the hours are crap, even if the pay is good. I'd like to work for my dad - he owns his own gutter business. I like the thought of strapping on that belt with my screwdriver and hammer and climbing up ladders and putting gutters on a house. I just want a job where I literally work. I don't know if my dad would let me though. If I had been born a boy, I'm sure he would have asked me years ago to work with him...
I was talking to Ian about the future yesterday. I've been feeling really restless lately, and have been for quite awhile. So I've been up in Minneapolis...what next? I'd like to move to a bigger city and somewhere farther away. Why? Just to do it; to experience something new again. The idea of living in Seattle intrigues me. The city is so big and I just LOVE how it's almost "cut" into different sections by the ocean. The place is beautiful and I'd love to explore it. But the problems with this...well I just started meeting people and making friends and I'd rather not leave them. Granted, it probably wouldn't be too hard to make new friends as I didn't until I was single and then just started meeting people like crazy. Also, there's the whole money issue. My mother is pushing to me to really seek residency in Minnesota because out of state fees are a killer.
So...then this brings up something else that is really appealing to me right now. I really wouldn't mind taking a break from school for a semester. I'd like to just work and save up money for either school or travel...or a little bit of both. I'm feeling the urge to travel again, but I'm so broke. The thing about taking a break though, it has such bad connotations. I mean, you always hear about people who take a break and who never return because of it. But as I was biking home yesterday, I realized that a lot of my ideas about staying in college and getting it all done at once were kind of based on what everyone thought sounded good. I should do what I feel I want to do. I mean, if I'm feeling restless and feel the need to just make money and travel then I should do what makes me happy. But again, I'm not jumping into anything. If I WERE to take a break, it'd probably be second semester of next year.
While home I'll need a job. I thought about going back to the nursing home, but the hours are crap, even if the pay is good. I'd like to work for my dad - he owns his own gutter business. I like the thought of strapping on that belt with my screwdriver and hammer and climbing up ladders and putting gutters on a house. I just want a job where I literally work. I don't know if my dad would let me though. If I had been born a boy, I'm sure he would have asked me years ago to work with him...
I was talking to Ian about the future yesterday. I've been feeling really restless lately, and have been for quite awhile. So I've been up in Minneapolis...what next? I'd like to move to a bigger city and somewhere farther away. Why? Just to do it; to experience something new again. The idea of living in Seattle intrigues me. The city is so big and I just LOVE how it's almost "cut" into different sections by the ocean. The place is beautiful and I'd love to explore it. But the problems with this...well I just started meeting people and making friends and I'd rather not leave them. Granted, it probably wouldn't be too hard to make new friends as I didn't until I was single and then just started meeting people like crazy. Also, there's the whole money issue. My mother is pushing to me to really seek residency in Minnesota because out of state fees are a killer.
So...then this brings up something else that is really appealing to me right now. I really wouldn't mind taking a break from school for a semester. I'd like to just work and save up money for either school or travel...or a little bit of both. I'm feeling the urge to travel again, but I'm so broke. The thing about taking a break though, it has such bad connotations. I mean, you always hear about people who take a break and who never return because of it. But as I was biking home yesterday, I realized that a lot of my ideas about staying in college and getting it all done at once were kind of based on what everyone thought sounded good. I should do what I feel I want to do. I mean, if I'm feeling restless and feel the need to just make money and travel then I should do what makes me happy. But again, I'm not jumping into anything. If I WERE to take a break, it'd probably be second semester of next year.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Weekend Happenings
First off I just want to update on Brock. I called him last Sunday and he said he'd call me sometime. Well, he has not yet called nor has he texted me or e-mailed me...so who knows. I'm not going insane about it, I'm just slightly confused because he claimed to really like me but now there is just nothing. Oh well, if something happens, it happens. If it doesn't, there is no need to fret about it.
What can I say, I had fun this weekend. I met up with an old friend, made a new good friend, and hung out with an existing friend. A guy from my graduating class named Levi moved up here in about January. We've hung out and partied before in Iowa and we've always been sorta friends and so when he moved up here, I was quite happy. Last time I was in Iowa, I saw him and we exchanged numbers and decided we'd do something the following weekend. So on Friday night, Levi met up with me and Ross at Ross's place. Later on, we met up with this boy named Tony. Tony is a 20-year-old from my speech class who I've been slightly attracted to for a wee while. We've been talking lately cause we were recently in a group together and I told him that if he was ever bored, he should give me a call. So he did, and we all ended up hanging out Friday night. Tony and I had planned on meeting up with Ali, another guy that had been in our group, because he was having a get-together at his place. But when we called the number he had given us, a girl answered and said we got the wrong number. Instead, I called up Ryan, a self-proclaimed nerd who's a cashier at Target, and we went over to his place and just...."chilled." Ryan's is another cool guy that I am just beginning to get to know. He's a big fan of Invador Zim and I have yet to make a date at his place to watch his Invador Zim dvds. I had fun that night, it was nice to just meet up with Levi, especially since he is such an Iowa farm boy and it's humorous to see him up here. Ross is always amusing to hang out with and it was cool to get to know Tony.
Saturday night Tony invited us all back to his Uncle's place in Uptown Minneapolis. His uncle's place is so lovely with wooden floors, comfy furniture and paintings and drawings adorning the walls. We drank at Tony's and watched American History X which was a really good movie. I spent the night at Tony's that night and we spent Easter with each other all day, as we both had no plans for Easter. All day today we just kind of lounged around watching TV and being verbally abusive to one another. For lunch we scoured uptown for any place that was open and ended up at a place called The Green Mill which turned out to be very delicious. While there we had a really good conversation about...well just about people in general. The main focus though was on gay rights.
Tony turned out to be quite different from what I expected. Though I wanted to hang out with him, I hadn't been too sure if he'd be someone that I could just hang out with anywhere at anytime. First impression wise I thought he'd be a little more "hard" and a bit more "gangster-like." I mean, not quite that bad, but he was different than I had imagined. I really like his opinions and views on everything; he's just very open-minded. He likes a lot of good music and has great respect for art of all kinds. He also really seems to understand me and made the comment today, "I can really see you being a writer." Tony's a cool guy and I look forward to hanging out with him in the future.
So just another guy? Nah. Sure, I'm physically and mentally attracted to him, but we both agreed that we're not each other's types. Besides, we're both recently single and we've both discussed how we just really want to enjoy the single life.
Vive el single life!
What can I say, I had fun this weekend. I met up with an old friend, made a new good friend, and hung out with an existing friend. A guy from my graduating class named Levi moved up here in about January. We've hung out and partied before in Iowa and we've always been sorta friends and so when he moved up here, I was quite happy. Last time I was in Iowa, I saw him and we exchanged numbers and decided we'd do something the following weekend. So on Friday night, Levi met up with me and Ross at Ross's place. Later on, we met up with this boy named Tony. Tony is a 20-year-old from my speech class who I've been slightly attracted to for a wee while. We've been talking lately cause we were recently in a group together and I told him that if he was ever bored, he should give me a call. So he did, and we all ended up hanging out Friday night. Tony and I had planned on meeting up with Ali, another guy that had been in our group, because he was having a get-together at his place. But when we called the number he had given us, a girl answered and said we got the wrong number. Instead, I called up Ryan, a self-proclaimed nerd who's a cashier at Target, and we went over to his place and just...."chilled." Ryan's is another cool guy that I am just beginning to get to know. He's a big fan of Invador Zim and I have yet to make a date at his place to watch his Invador Zim dvds. I had fun that night, it was nice to just meet up with Levi, especially since he is such an Iowa farm boy and it's humorous to see him up here. Ross is always amusing to hang out with and it was cool to get to know Tony.
Saturday night Tony invited us all back to his Uncle's place in Uptown Minneapolis. His uncle's place is so lovely with wooden floors, comfy furniture and paintings and drawings adorning the walls. We drank at Tony's and watched American History X which was a really good movie. I spent the night at Tony's that night and we spent Easter with each other all day, as we both had no plans for Easter. All day today we just kind of lounged around watching TV and being verbally abusive to one another. For lunch we scoured uptown for any place that was open and ended up at a place called The Green Mill which turned out to be very delicious. While there we had a really good conversation about...well just about people in general. The main focus though was on gay rights.
Tony turned out to be quite different from what I expected. Though I wanted to hang out with him, I hadn't been too sure if he'd be someone that I could just hang out with anywhere at anytime. First impression wise I thought he'd be a little more "hard" and a bit more "gangster-like." I mean, not quite that bad, but he was different than I had imagined. I really like his opinions and views on everything; he's just very open-minded. He likes a lot of good music and has great respect for art of all kinds. He also really seems to understand me and made the comment today, "I can really see you being a writer." Tony's a cool guy and I look forward to hanging out with him in the future.
So just another guy? Nah. Sure, I'm physically and mentally attracted to him, but we both agreed that we're not each other's types. Besides, we're both recently single and we've both discussed how we just really want to enjoy the single life.
Vive el single life!
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Confessions of a Teenage Cutter
I have recently taken up a new hobby: cutting my own hair. I don't know, I get really bored with my hair and usually when that happens I get it permed or cut into some new style or dyed or whatnot. Well, I can't really get my hair cut cause I have no money and that's beside the fact that I'm growing my hair out since I've never really had it long.
A couple of years ago my hair used to only be around 2 inches long. I've been growing it out since and because of my short hair cut, I had all these wild and lovely layers. As my hair has grown out and I've gotten it trimmed up, I've lost some of them. Though I've told my hair stylist that I want more layers, she doesn't get as crazy as I'd like. So, I've turned to the one person I can trust: myself. With my razor in hand, I just go to work on my hair. Heehee, yeah, the razor I use to shave my legs I now use to cut my hair. I must say, I am quite proud of my new and awesome bangs I've given myself. But today I decided to go further and cut all around my head. I just picked out little chunks of hair and just started hacking away at them. Heehee, you should have seen the waste basket. I didn't realize quite how much hair I had taken out until I put my hair into a pony-tail and felt how light it had become.
Oh, I'm going to be bald soon.
A couple of years ago my hair used to only be around 2 inches long. I've been growing it out since and because of my short hair cut, I had all these wild and lovely layers. As my hair has grown out and I've gotten it trimmed up, I've lost some of them. Though I've told my hair stylist that I want more layers, she doesn't get as crazy as I'd like. So, I've turned to the one person I can trust: myself. With my razor in hand, I just go to work on my hair. Heehee, yeah, the razor I use to shave my legs I now use to cut my hair. I must say, I am quite proud of my new and awesome bangs I've given myself. But today I decided to go further and cut all around my head. I just picked out little chunks of hair and just started hacking away at them. Heehee, you should have seen the waste basket. I didn't realize quite how much hair I had taken out until I put my hair into a pony-tail and felt how light it had become.
Oh, I'm going to be bald soon.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
No Boys Were Harmed
Ok...I'm posting this as a response to what Josh said in my comments about me hurting boys. I can understand how it looks like I'm hurting these guys, I totally understand that. As Tyler could tell you, as well as other friends, I knew that in the case of Steve, it would DEFINITELY look like I was the bad guy; the one who was leading him on. Thing is, I really do not think that it is my fault if any of these boys got hurt, and really, the only one that I think got hurt was Steve.
With Jerry, we never really discussed an actual relationship. The idea came up at times but it was nothing we ever thought realistically about. And we've stopped talking...and there really is no reason why. With Ross...he wasn't looking for a relationship and either was I. Who else... :) There really weren't any other guys, other than just recently. Steve...I really did like Steve at first, but I knew that I wasn't ready to get back into a relationship. Steve really developed feelings but I told him countless times that I didn't want to date him and that I just really wasn't ready to date anyone! I told him he needed to get over me and that all I wanted was to be friends. It's not like I led him on. With Brock...we talked about being a couple, but if it were to happen, it'd start in the summer because he can't really handle a long-distance relationship. So who knows if it'd work out even if it did start in the summer.
I'm single, that's all there is to it. If I find the right guy, I'll start a relationship. For now, I'm just having fun.
And YES Greg! I'll be careful....
With Jerry, we never really discussed an actual relationship. The idea came up at times but it was nothing we ever thought realistically about. And we've stopped talking...and there really is no reason why. With Ross...he wasn't looking for a relationship and either was I. Who else... :) There really weren't any other guys, other than just recently. Steve...I really did like Steve at first, but I knew that I wasn't ready to get back into a relationship. Steve really developed feelings but I told him countless times that I didn't want to date him and that I just really wasn't ready to date anyone! I told him he needed to get over me and that all I wanted was to be friends. It's not like I led him on. With Brock...we talked about being a couple, but if it were to happen, it'd start in the summer because he can't really handle a long-distance relationship. So who knows if it'd work out even if it did start in the summer.
I'm single, that's all there is to it. If I find the right guy, I'll start a relationship. For now, I'm just having fun.
And YES Greg! I'll be careful....
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Lovely Day
I'm in a pretty damn good mood today. I woke up early and the sun was shining and it looked oh so nice out. I had my breakfast and found a b-day card from my mother that I thought I had lost. I had a nice chat with this guy named Casey who is going to be Brock's future roommate. He's into acting and also into writing plays and screenwriting which is what I hope to someday do. As the weather was nice today, I was able to bike to school which felt really good. 40 minutes of biking and no stupid bus fares! Can't beat that with a stick. And I have ham and bean stew cooking in the crock pot...oh yeah. Good day. And to top it off, I don't have to work tonight!
Yeah...I'm sure something will happen to fuck this day up for me...
Yeah...I'm sure something will happen to fuck this day up for me...
Monday, March 21, 2005
Brock-a-Licious
I haven't written in awhile, as I've been back in Iowa and without a computer, but I have returned with some interesting stories. First things first...I MUST talk about a new boy. Yeah, I know, another boy...but this one I really like and I can actually see myself giving up my newly single life for him. Though, I'm not about to just jump into anything. If it happens, it probably won't until the summer. Anyway, his name's Brock and he just recently turned 19 and I went to school with him. Brock is someone I that I always had off and on crushes on. At times I'd be crushing, but then nothing would happen and I'd lose interest, and then my crush would flare up again. I mean, I could always see myself with someone like him, but I just could never see anything happening between us. Thing was, we never really talked and if we did, we never got real into and we never really hung out or anything. Brock's just a really cool guy. He's kind of like me; though he's from a small town he's not afraid to step outside the box and do something different, or just even think differently. He has a very broad taste of music and we both just LOVE some of the same artists. (I just recently got him into Spoon.) He's not afraid to do or say anything and he's always up for random and fun stuff. What more could I ask for? Besides, he plays drums and guitar and he's in the Hawkeye Marching Band. Ooh, and he's an Art major, I love the creative types.
Tuesday night (I think...) Rachel, Kristi, and I headed over to Brock's house for a little pre-party. His birthday party was on Saturday but Kristi was visiting from North Carolina and would be gone by then, so he had a wee pre-party for her. I didn't really know what to expect from the little party, but what happened was definitely unexpected, but totally great! There weren't tons of people there but there were a lot of guys from my grade that...well they weren't exactly the popular jocks, but they were kind of in league with them. Pretty much, they were all people I didn't really talk to. But, then Rachel and I started drinking and we just got out of control! Of course, some of the guys seemed to think that we were pretty entertaining. In middle-school and at times in high school, people called Rachel and I lesbians. So we kept yelling out, "Yeah, but we're lesbians!" in just this loud and joking roar and then I'd say, "But we like dick!" You have to keep in mind that Rachel and I were some of the quietest people in our school. Needless to say, some people were surprised and very amused by us. Then we started talking to one of our classmates named Mike who we always were crushing on. He was pretty drunk and we were outside telling him about how cool we always thought he was and how we always had a crush on him. Mike was stammering, "Why didn't you just-a-tell me then!" He kept shaking our hands and even gave us hugs. It was just the weirdest thing.
Now, I don't know how exactly things got started between Brock and I, but I think it might have started when he told me about how Rachel had shown him a text I sent her the prior weekend. Rachel had been hanging out with Brock and Kristi and texted me to say so and I had sent a text back that said, "I want Brock." I didn't know that Rachel had shown it to him, until he told me this, and then I think...but I'm not sure, that Brock said he too wanted me. Of course this took me by surprise, I never expected that. Then Brock started putting his arm around me and I put my arm around him. He kept telling me all night that I smelled really good. Heehee, it was quite amusing, and sweet. I made sure that I was the last one to leave and I was sobering up by then. I'm not exactly sure what our conversation was that night...but I know we started making-out, and it was nice. What more can I say? : ) At some point he told me that he had been thinking about this night ever since I sent that text to Rachel. And so we hung out until 5:30, just talking, joking, cuddling, and kissing.
What's a better way to end a night? Or an early morning..
As this has gotten long, I'll continue on about Brock tomorrow in another post.
Tuesday night (I think...) Rachel, Kristi, and I headed over to Brock's house for a little pre-party. His birthday party was on Saturday but Kristi was visiting from North Carolina and would be gone by then, so he had a wee pre-party for her. I didn't really know what to expect from the little party, but what happened was definitely unexpected, but totally great! There weren't tons of people there but there were a lot of guys from my grade that...well they weren't exactly the popular jocks, but they were kind of in league with them. Pretty much, they were all people I didn't really talk to. But, then Rachel and I started drinking and we just got out of control! Of course, some of the guys seemed to think that we were pretty entertaining. In middle-school and at times in high school, people called Rachel and I lesbians. So we kept yelling out, "Yeah, but we're lesbians!" in just this loud and joking roar and then I'd say, "But we like dick!" You have to keep in mind that Rachel and I were some of the quietest people in our school. Needless to say, some people were surprised and very amused by us. Then we started talking to one of our classmates named Mike who we always were crushing on. He was pretty drunk and we were outside telling him about how cool we always thought he was and how we always had a crush on him. Mike was stammering, "Why didn't you just-a-tell me then!" He kept shaking our hands and even gave us hugs. It was just the weirdest thing.
Now, I don't know how exactly things got started between Brock and I, but I think it might have started when he told me about how Rachel had shown him a text I sent her the prior weekend. Rachel had been hanging out with Brock and Kristi and texted me to say so and I had sent a text back that said, "I want Brock." I didn't know that Rachel had shown it to him, until he told me this, and then I think...but I'm not sure, that Brock said he too wanted me. Of course this took me by surprise, I never expected that. Then Brock started putting his arm around me and I put my arm around him. He kept telling me all night that I smelled really good. Heehee, it was quite amusing, and sweet. I made sure that I was the last one to leave and I was sobering up by then. I'm not exactly sure what our conversation was that night...but I know we started making-out, and it was nice. What more can I say? : ) At some point he told me that he had been thinking about this night ever since I sent that text to Rachel. And so we hung out until 5:30, just talking, joking, cuddling, and kissing.
What's a better way to end a night? Or an early morning..
As this has gotten long, I'll continue on about Brock tomorrow in another post.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Birthday Happenings
I must say, I'm very surprised at all of the Birthday wishes I received yesterday. My mom called like 3 times yesterday and once today. She got my voice mail all four times though. Jay didn't call me, though a week ago he said that he hadn't forgotten about my birthday. Ok... A couple of my friends didn't wish me one, but that's ok. One person that didn't call was my dad. I was kind of hesitant on that one though. Just with our relationship and how it is I'm not surprised he didn't call. Besides, it's not like I'd call him up on his birthday or on Father's Day or anything. Though it sounds bad, I really like the relationship I have with my father. We both understand one another. My brothers Erik and Greg called yesterday. Greg called right after I got off work and didn't really have too much to say after he said, "Happy Birthday." Yeah...he never has too much to say to me. I think he still views me as the stubborn little girl I used to be. Though, that is not entirely untrue, but I have come a long way from the spoiled brat that I used to be, Ian could tell you that as he's the brother I'm closest with. Oh...and Greg also told me a few times, "Be careful" in reference to my new single life. And speaking of my single life, a boy in my Anthropology class told me today that if I ever get bored then I should call him up. Then he proceeded to give me his number. Super kick ass.
The best part of my birthday had to be when I got home. Emily had attempted to make a brownie cake for me. Heehee, it was the greatest! She doesn't eat eggs and since she wanted some of the cake, she substituted two bananas for two eggs. Also, she had put frosting on it right after she took it out of the oven and so it had started melting and she also put the candles in too soon so their bottoms melted. But I loved it; I just love strange and random things like that. And it tasted like chocolate banana bread... : )
So yeah, my birthday has come and gone. Well, maybe not. I guess I'll see what kind of celebrations (or lack of) await me when I get home.
I'm headed down to Ames tomorrow and staying with Steve for the night. Friday I'm spending the day in State Center and then I'm coming home that night with Jacob and Steve in tow. They get to sit alone in my duplex together while I go off to work. Haha.
The best part of my birthday had to be when I got home. Emily had attempted to make a brownie cake for me. Heehee, it was the greatest! She doesn't eat eggs and since she wanted some of the cake, she substituted two bananas for two eggs. Also, she had put frosting on it right after she took it out of the oven and so it had started melting and she also put the candles in too soon so their bottoms melted. But I loved it; I just love strange and random things like that. And it tasted like chocolate banana bread... : )
So yeah, my birthday has come and gone. Well, maybe not. I guess I'll see what kind of celebrations (or lack of) await me when I get home.
I'm headed down to Ames tomorrow and staying with Steve for the night. Friday I'm spending the day in State Center and then I'm coming home that night with Jacob and Steve in tow. They get to sit alone in my duplex together while I go off to work. Haha.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
19!
So today is my 19th birthday. Usually in the mornings of my birthday I wake up and the first thought that hits my head is the fact that it's my birthday. Today I just kind of laid there and thought about how I didn't want to get up and then thought, "Oh yeah....wait...today's my birthday." Then I just kind of shrugged. It's kind of like X-mas, it won't really feel like it until I go home.
Tyler called me last night around midnight. I picked up to have him busting out "Happy Birthday" to me. Oh Tyler, what would I do without that boy. Steve woke me up around 1 to wish me "Happy Birthday." Such sweet boys I know.
I'm working tonight. Happy Birthday me.
Tyler called me last night around midnight. I picked up to have him busting out "Happy Birthday" to me. Oh Tyler, what would I do without that boy. Steve woke me up around 1 to wish me "Happy Birthday." Such sweet boys I know.
I'm working tonight. Happy Birthday me.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Car Chase
On the way home from work tonight, I found myself to being seconds away from a could-be collision. While on Broadway, this white truck came streaming out of a street and turned right onto Broadway. It almost crashed into the front of the car ahead of me and I watched as it zoomed into the other lane before it got back into the "proper" lane. A cop came soon after. I was talking to Steve on the phone at the time and I go, "Oh my god!...There's a fucking car chase, this is so cool!" Heehee, I was exactic as I thought "If I had just been a few seconds faster, I would have gotten hit." As I turned onto 2nd street, I saw cops on my street turning left and now if I look out my kitchen window, I see mulitiple cop cars with their lights a'flashing just down the street. Ahh, I love this shit.
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