My evening as the short-lived "Pizza Boy" and previous night w/Jake.
I wonder which I should start with...today or yesternight.
I'll start with just telling the facts. Rose Mayo yesterday in commercial photography said that I was somehow exceeding my usual level of smart-ass responses and attitude.
Jake came to pick me up at around 8. Went to Vaudeville Mews, and saw some of an improv. group w/o paying. Went to Java's. I got an iced coffee, he got a ginger ale (weird, but tasteful). Played pool. I rather...won. Even though our out of hang could be labeled as something more, I didn't let him win the game. I'm sorry, but pool...one thing I don't suck at. "Just stick to the facts, m'am." I played megatouch and put my john hancock on two games. I got first, only because the machine's memory was reset. We decided to walk around and check out "Pimp Lounge" where it, from Jake's recollection, was more like "Bum Lounge". I didn't wear a coat. He was wearing a coat, and was the first to admit it was cold, so we went back to his car. Drove around. Parked at the Stone Container Corporation in a secluded drive near the parking lot under Fluer Dr overpass. Talked for probably 1.5 hours and then silence for .5 hours. Finally we just talked about our...relationship or what we were going to do, when I finally asked him if he wanted me to kiss him. I just like to make sure on things. I didn't want to completely alienate him. HE'S HOT!! hehe. We kissed. For him I kissed with too much tongue and he asked me to take it down. I did. I thought I was restraining myself on the whole tongue-in-mouth thing. At least I didn't bite his lip.
If someone bit my lip...I would be drown in the emotions of lust and love that I would jump them there, or just have a whole night of sex.
We went into the backseat and kissed some more. We talked about him, some. He asked me if Emily told me about something, and I told him that she did not tell me. Feel bad that I lied. I'm pretty sure that she didn't want me to tell him that she told me. I don't think it would matter too much now though.
His CD player started blinking. After a few seconds we decided to check it out. The car would not start. He calls his dad after I call Mary (no response) and call Emily to only get her voicemail. She texted me back later. Skip this shit. His car wouldn't start cuz the connections on the battery were loose and when they tried to jump it they inverted/confused the cables. Thankfully his dad didn't ask if we were having sex. As it did probably seem like that or drugs. I didn't get home until 2:30 or so. My parents still think I was hanging out with Meghan...fucking retards. I didn't even mention Meghan once, and they just assume it was her. FREAKS!
Today SC rehearsal was cake. I really could do that every day. I have that much energy. That was with only getting 5 or so hours of sleep too. I got up at 8:30AM fyi. Concessions was alright. I could do that all the time. Oh I was called Pizza-Boy cuz that's the part that I did and people would yell it if they couldn't remember my name. I also covered anything else that needed to be, and I was the one that was free the most, so I did a lot of the bitch-work. Like washing the dishes afterwards. haha...there's this one guy that work(s/ed) at StageWest and I said his name to ask him if he asked for a certain pizza and he seemed shocked that I knew his name. HAHA! That's one of the highlights of tonight. That and talking to Meghan. Britin has my coat. Fuck him in his ass...and not by me. Although...