Monday, December 23, 2002
I guess C stopped over while I was gone. She should have just called my cell, that's what I have it for. Silly C.
Saturday - came back over. We did something....my memory is poor. But somehow ended up ... we were watching Jackie Chan when SM and a friend of hers came over. We then went somewhere and did something...hmmm. Very poor memory. Oh Pick and Save. Didn't really get anything. Then decided to go to a movie. Drumline. Pretty good. Then drove over to Kitchen. Had fun. Talked. yeah...hmmm. After SM and her friend left it got pretty boring. So C and I decided to go back to my house and watch Newsies. Fun fun. Actually I fell asleep and only woke up to miss my favorite song. Sucky. But that got done at 4 and then we tried to sleep but instead talked about really insane things. Like if we named a band ... no really, like dot dot dot. It would save energy lighting up billboards. . . . hehehe. It was pretty funny. And I know there was more but I don't remember it.
Sunday - We got woke up at 12:30 when P called. C left right away and I watched the Packers win. P took forever getting to my place! Forever! So I wrapped her X-mas gift. I decided to get her The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It has all 5 books in the series in one, it's pretty cool. She's read it before, but was happy to have her own copy. We watched Dangerous Live of Altar Boys. KJ came over and we listened to Veggie Tales and laughed. Bored with that, we watched Robin Williams on Broadway. Hehehe funny guy. After that, channel surfing...Ghost. When that ended, we started talking about scary stuff. KJ had a ton of stories to freak you out. Oh manohman. But then P and I accidently made fun of KJ so he quit talking. I was tired so I kicked them out. I was still freaked out. Some of those stories man. But it wasn't terrible bad, it just really sucked having to turn off the outside lights and then have to walk to the front door. It was fun tho. When I finally got into bed, I was awake until 2 coughing. It was no fun.
So here I am at work. I actually woke up on time this morning. I was early to work. So what do I do? Leave. At lunch, I'm going home. Maybe I'll go watch the Two Towers with my parents since they both have the day off too. Just another short hour.
So P is back. We hung out a bit yesterday and we were talking about how we're going to decorate our house. It's just nice to talk to her again. I miss that. While we were talking at Kitchen the other day, I talk too much! Umm, I was talking about E, and C and P were both telling me that it was obvious that he liked me way back when. But me, I'm oblivious more than C sometimes I think. But I was trying to explain that I didn't have a crush on him (at least not a big one) and I was only mildly attracted to him. When one of E's friends turns around from the booth behind me and tells me how E is doing. I turned bright red only imagining how much he had heard. That was embarrassing. But just so ya know, E isn't dead. He was hit by a drunk driver and is home recovering. I was so embarrassed I only heard that he had a broken arm. So...it's all gravy baby.
To change subjects from one thing that embarrasses me to another; remember how I was talking about seeing the friend from High School and then seeing him and some buddies at Kitchen? Well, one of the buddies was this guy I used to really like. I still do kinda I guess. We rarely see each other but we used to hang out sometimes. Everytime I see him... I dunno. It feels like there is a magnet and I have to talk to him. I have to look at him. Then when I do look at him, he's all I see. This sounds really stupid, and it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. I don't know what it is.
This is insane, but I've finally admitted this to myself: I like dorks. Not terribly nerdy or insanely geeky. But a little dorky. I think it's cute.
Ya know, I kinda grew up the ugly duckling. I wasn't very pretty when I was young. At least I never thought I was and no one ever told me different. So that's how I grew up. And when I eventually became more attractive, it was weird. I'm not saying I'm drop dead beautiful or anything even close. I'm just "cute" or "pretty". But it's just strange. I'm lucky tho. I think I have more of an open mind because of it. I guess I'm just thankful I turned into a decent looking person instead of a duck.
Saturday - came back over. We did something....my memory is poor. But somehow ended up ... we were watching Jackie Chan when SM and a friend of hers came over. We then went somewhere and did something...hmmm. Very poor memory. Oh Pick and Save. Didn't really get anything. Then decided to go to a movie. Drumline. Pretty good. Then drove over to Kitchen. Had fun. Talked. yeah...hmmm. After SM and her friend left it got pretty boring. So C and I decided to go back to my house and watch Newsies. Fun fun. Actually I fell asleep and only woke up to miss my favorite song. Sucky. But that got done at 4 and then we tried to sleep but instead talked about really insane things. Like if we named a band ... no really, like dot dot dot. It would save energy lighting up billboards. . . . hehehe. It was pretty funny. And I know there was more but I don't remember it.
Sunday - We got woke up at 12:30 when P called. C left right away and I watched the Packers win. P took forever getting to my place! Forever! So I wrapped her X-mas gift. I decided to get her The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It has all 5 books in the series in one, it's pretty cool. She's read it before, but was happy to have her own copy. We watched Dangerous Live of Altar Boys. KJ came over and we listened to Veggie Tales and laughed. Bored with that, we watched Robin Williams on Broadway. Hehehe funny guy. After that, channel surfing...Ghost. When that ended, we started talking about scary stuff. KJ had a ton of stories to freak you out. Oh manohman. But then P and I accidently made fun of KJ so he quit talking. I was tired so I kicked them out. I was still freaked out. Some of those stories man. But it wasn't terrible bad, it just really sucked having to turn off the outside lights and then have to walk to the front door. It was fun tho. When I finally got into bed, I was awake until 2 coughing. It was no fun.
So here I am at work. I actually woke up on time this morning. I was early to work. So what do I do? Leave. At lunch, I'm going home. Maybe I'll go watch the Two Towers with my parents since they both have the day off too. Just another short hour.
So P is back. We hung out a bit yesterday and we were talking about how we're going to decorate our house. It's just nice to talk to her again. I miss that. While we were talking at Kitchen the other day, I talk too much! Umm, I was talking about E, and C and P were both telling me that it was obvious that he liked me way back when. But me, I'm oblivious more than C sometimes I think. But I was trying to explain that I didn't have a crush on him (at least not a big one) and I was only mildly attracted to him. When one of E's friends turns around from the booth behind me and tells me how E is doing. I turned bright red only imagining how much he had heard. That was embarrassing. But just so ya know, E isn't dead. He was hit by a drunk driver and is home recovering. I was so embarrassed I only heard that he had a broken arm. So...it's all gravy baby.
To change subjects from one thing that embarrasses me to another; remember how I was talking about seeing the friend from High School and then seeing him and some buddies at Kitchen? Well, one of the buddies was this guy I used to really like. I still do kinda I guess. We rarely see each other but we used to hang out sometimes. Everytime I see him... I dunno. It feels like there is a magnet and I have to talk to him. I have to look at him. Then when I do look at him, he's all I see. This sounds really stupid, and it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. I don't know what it is.
This is insane, but I've finally admitted this to myself: I like dorks. Not terribly nerdy or insanely geeky. But a little dorky. I think it's cute.
Ya know, I kinda grew up the ugly duckling. I wasn't very pretty when I was young. At least I never thought I was and no one ever told me different. So that's how I grew up. And when I eventually became more attractive, it was weird. I'm not saying I'm drop dead beautiful or anything even close. I'm just "cute" or "pretty". But it's just strange. I'm lucky tho. I think I have more of an open mind because of it. I guess I'm just thankful I turned into a decent looking person instead of a duck.
