Sundayyy Morningggg
It's like 11 now, and Julie's supposed to come get me around 1 (after Church). The plan with Julie: she picks me up here because she's mobile and I'm alone (parents abandoned me to pick up TheBrother from camp in ME), we run to Walden Pond, take a dip, run back to her house, clean ourselves up and go to Princess Diaries 2. Before you say anything or vomit, calm down. We have to see it. It's our duty. EVEN THOUGH the extent to which it follows the book is simply the names, and EVEN THOUGH it disregards the fact that Michael Moscovitz DID in fact exist (and play a vital role, if I do say so------OH, and on a somewhat related note, I have a REALLY cool connection story between Jess Jong, Rushmore, Michael Moscovitz, Robert Carmine, Rooney, RMS, the Locke brothers, and Jason Schwartzman and Robert Schwartzman who is also Robert Carmine. If you care, ask. It's cool.) in the FIRST movie, EVEN THOUGH reviews gave it like 1.5 stars or something atrocious. Then I get home, probably around 7 or 8 or some such. I have 4-5 hours to kill after THAT, and as of now I have no idea what I'm doing. I should have called Matt, I guess, he's kinda pissed at me ("What?! You had TWELVE FREE HOURS???!?! And we haven't seen each other in SIX MONTHS and you don't call me?!?!?!")--or at least he's bummed I didn't call him and invite him over. More on him later ("boys" cut). Since Dad refrained from telling me to do SAT II, yearbook, spanish, Excel stuff before he left, I should probably do some of that so I feel independent and proud and shite like that. Anywho, onto more cuts! I've never done one before so this BETTER work.
John: I wrote about him in a previous post. Here's the thing....he wrote me another letter (that's fine, whatever man I like getting mail), but in this one, he discussed....well, something completely not cool with me. Ahem, this makes me VERY uncomfortable. In a phone conversation I had with him 2 days ago, he said that once he got his license (frighteningly, that's soon) and some money, he's planning on driving out here and seeing me. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Stalking is illegal in all 50 states, right?! I discussed my problem with Nick last night and I've decided that I need to deal with John NOW. Soon, and NOW. So I'll write him back and lay it all out there. He CANNOT visit me. This is creepy.
Matt: (sadly, not Mohawk Matt....don't cut your hair into a mohawk, Matt if you read this, you will never understand, the point is there's this 21 year old guy named Matt with a mohawk and he smokes cigars and has 2 tattoos and.......yeah, let's not go there) Still avoiding thinking about him. Problem is, I babysat last night and I always seem to think about him when I babysit. If you really want to hear why, maybe I'll tell you if you ask. Creepily enough, whenever I haven't been thinking about him (which thankfully is often lately because it's just TOO hard to think about him), I turn on the radio and The Reason is on. He understands. If you want to, just ask. I can't decide if I like him "like that." I mean, jesus, I probably do, I'm just starting to be like Halley in How To Deal. I've been in too many bad relationships and been through too many MORE things that aren't really relationships but still really hurt. Basically, I'm trying to swear off guys until college/I find someone who makes my heart race and makes me care how I look in front of him but then helps me get over that and feel really comfortable with him. That made no sense, but I guess I've been lamed-out so many times I'm setting my standards really really really high. This, I guess, could be taken badly if it's in the Matt section. Matt, if you read this, don't be offended, please. I don't know what I'm doing, all right? Before I can think straight, I need to have school start. Here's the problem-before YOU can think straight, you need to see me. Help me. I don't like hurting you but.........I don't know what else to do.
Other: there aren't any. Sadly. I am waiting, waiting, waiting, singing songs in the shower and waiting waiting waiting for Second Helpings to get shipped to my house so I can reread it for the 9342493469311035th time and worship Marcus Flutie and be attracted to him. HuzZAH! Rahhhhr. I can DREAM for a new hottt CA senior, no? It's not going to happen. I know it. I don't mean to be so snobby, there are definitely guys at CA I'm really........attracted to, for some reason though I just don't want to pursue anything with ANYONE. Which is even WEIRDER given that I'm kinda a relationship freak, so, like, there's nothing for me to do but WAIT. Bahhh this is the LONGEST cut, sorry guys. And by guys I mean Julia since she's the only one who reads it.
Well, there you have it.
My life so far in 2 easy cuts.
Okay, so I left out a whole bunch of stuff about babysitting last night (I could go on and on, I love these kids. LOVE them.), and all the work I SHOULD be doing, and the Eisenharts and Penkovskys (holy mother of pearl man, holy crappp) visiting sometime in the next 2 weeks (separately, of course, but talk about a BLAST FROM THE PAST), and Nick, and how I NEED CA to start, and how excited I am that TheBrother is coming home tonight (finally finally, w00t man w00t), and how I cleaned the bathroom this morning because I rooool.
AAAAAnyway, it's 11:30 and I'm staaaahving. Time to make a hotdog for myself (yay for the geniuses who invented microwaveable (sp????? I hate doing that, because I'm supposed to be a walking dictionary or something) hotdogs.
Ciao, darlings.
John: I wrote about him in a previous post. Here's the thing....he wrote me another letter (that's fine, whatever man I like getting mail), but in this one, he discussed....well, something completely not cool with me. Ahem, this makes me VERY uncomfortable. In a phone conversation I had with him 2 days ago, he said that once he got his license (frighteningly, that's soon) and some money, he's planning on driving out here and seeing me. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Stalking is illegal in all 50 states, right?! I discussed my problem with Nick last night and I've decided that I need to deal with John NOW. Soon, and NOW. So I'll write him back and lay it all out there. He CANNOT visit me. This is creepy.
Matt: (sadly, not Mohawk Matt....don't cut your hair into a mohawk, Matt if you read this, you will never understand, the point is there's this 21 year old guy named Matt with a mohawk and he smokes cigars and has 2 tattoos and.......yeah, let's not go there) Still avoiding thinking about him. Problem is, I babysat last night and I always seem to think about him when I babysit. If you really want to hear why, maybe I'll tell you if you ask. Creepily enough, whenever I haven't been thinking about him (which thankfully is often lately because it's just TOO hard to think about him), I turn on the radio and The Reason is on. He understands. If you want to, just ask. I can't decide if I like him "like that." I mean, jesus, I probably do, I'm just starting to be like Halley in How To Deal. I've been in too many bad relationships and been through too many MORE things that aren't really relationships but still really hurt. Basically, I'm trying to swear off guys until college/I find someone who makes my heart race and makes me care how I look in front of him but then helps me get over that and feel really comfortable with him. That made no sense, but I guess I've been lamed-out so many times I'm setting my standards really really really high. This, I guess, could be taken badly if it's in the Matt section. Matt, if you read this, don't be offended, please. I don't know what I'm doing, all right? Before I can think straight, I need to have school start. Here's the problem-before YOU can think straight, you need to see me. Help me. I don't like hurting you but.........I don't know what else to do.
Other: there aren't any. Sadly. I am waiting, waiting, waiting, singing songs in the shower and waiting waiting waiting for Second Helpings to get shipped to my house so I can reread it for the 9342493469311035th time and worship Marcus Flutie and be attracted to him. HuzZAH! Rahhhhr. I can DREAM for a new hottt CA senior, no? It's not going to happen. I know it. I don't mean to be so snobby, there are definitely guys at CA I'm really........attracted to, for some reason though I just don't want to pursue anything with ANYONE. Which is even WEIRDER given that I'm kinda a relationship freak, so, like, there's nothing for me to do but WAIT. Bahhh this is the LONGEST cut, sorry guys. And by guys I mean Julia since she's the only one who reads it.
Well, there you have it.
My life so far in 2 easy cuts.
Okay, so I left out a whole bunch of stuff about babysitting last night (I could go on and on, I love these kids. LOVE them.), and all the work I SHOULD be doing, and the Eisenharts and Penkovskys (holy mother of pearl man, holy crappp) visiting sometime in the next 2 weeks (separately, of course, but talk about a BLAST FROM THE PAST), and Nick, and how I NEED CA to start, and how excited I am that TheBrother is coming home tonight (finally finally, w00t man w00t), and how I cleaned the bathroom this morning because I rooool.
AAAAAnyway, it's 11:30 and I'm staaaahving. Time to make a hotdog for myself (yay for the geniuses who invented microwaveable (sp????? I hate doing that, because I'm supposed to be a walking dictionary or something) hotdogs.
Ciao, darlings.