Day 177: All catching up to me now...
Jul. 12th, 2005 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzLast night I think I imbibed too much caffeine and, as a result, could not sleep. I lay in bed poking at my laptop for a bit, and I came across some old stories I wrote, which led me to dig up old books I haven't read in forever. Okay, I'll confess, I've read "Cry to Heaven" too many times for my own good, but I love the revenge plot. Tonio is a character I love. And then I dug out the old copy of "The Forbidden Game" because every literature girl nerd has a character crush (and it seems that those who like Victorian novels inevitably fall for Mr. Darcy) and I had to resurrect mine. Jackie and I didn't see eye to eye on many things, but Julian was someone we could wholly agree on. LJ Smith is a teenybopper writer, I'll confess, but some of her male lead characters are the best I've ever read. Gabriel is just awesomely vicious, but Julian is...Julian. I don't think anyone can ever recreate him. I do love Julian.
But the lack of sleep hit me today. I worked from half ten to half six as a cashier. Rather, I was supposed to. As it turns out, cashiers have been dropping shifts for no good reason and so I stuck around an extra hour to help out. Nine hours on my feet, and now it looks like I've walked the trail of tears or something. Cousin Miriam said my feet were cute and used to draw them, but now they've been abused. Poor feet. And then, strangest of all, Corry asked me out. I'm just a little weirded out by this. Other than the fact that he's an RM (he doesn't have "desperate to marry" tattooed across his forehead) I could have sworn he was engaged or...something. He also reminds me of Sid, which is just WEIRD. He's a nice guy, so I said yes. But then he said something to AP Dave in which I heard my name. Now, I usually don't give a damn about what people say about me. I wouldn't have made it this far if I did. But everyone gets unnerved when the people around you talk about you but don't talk TO you. For some reason I smell "plot" all over this. Okay, so DJ asked for my number. He at least hit on me a few times as proof of his bizarre adolescent affection. But Corry? Weird. Maybe I'm letting my paranoia get the better of me. Of course, this may have something to do with the fact that I'm nineteen and this is the first time a guy has asked the "would you go out with me sometime?" thing. First a phone number and now a date. Someone playing chess with the star charts is laughing at me or...something. See, Justin and I didn't go out on dates. We bashed each other over the head with shinais. Dom and I never went on a real date, except for that one Valentine's dinner, but we never did the proper "what are you doing on Friday night?" line. As for dating Rodney...well, that was more playing video games, reading comic books and making out to alleviate boredom (and wait for BenTen and Rowsdower to get their act together). Not that I didn't like any of those guys...but still. Of the two dates in which I went out with cute Japanese boys, I did the asking...after a fashion. Not to mention a stalker, and this random internet guy who has a hopeless crush on me.
I think all that high school drama is catching up to me.
At the risk of sounding like a whiny teenage drama queen...is there something I can do to repel all the boys?
BenTen...please shoot me.
But the lack of sleep hit me today. I worked from half ten to half six as a cashier. Rather, I was supposed to. As it turns out, cashiers have been dropping shifts for no good reason and so I stuck around an extra hour to help out. Nine hours on my feet, and now it looks like I've walked the trail of tears or something. Cousin Miriam said my feet were cute and used to draw them, but now they've been abused. Poor feet. And then, strangest of all, Corry asked me out. I'm just a little weirded out by this. Other than the fact that he's an RM (he doesn't have "desperate to marry" tattooed across his forehead) I could have sworn he was engaged or...something. He also reminds me of Sid, which is just WEIRD. He's a nice guy, so I said yes. But then he said something to AP Dave in which I heard my name. Now, I usually don't give a damn about what people say about me. I wouldn't have made it this far if I did. But everyone gets unnerved when the people around you talk about you but don't talk TO you. For some reason I smell "plot" all over this. Okay, so DJ asked for my number. He at least hit on me a few times as proof of his bizarre adolescent affection. But Corry? Weird. Maybe I'm letting my paranoia get the better of me. Of course, this may have something to do with the fact that I'm nineteen and this is the first time a guy has asked the "would you go out with me sometime?" thing. First a phone number and now a date. Someone playing chess with the star charts is laughing at me or...something. See, Justin and I didn't go out on dates. We bashed each other over the head with shinais. Dom and I never went on a real date, except for that one Valentine's dinner, but we never did the proper "what are you doing on Friday night?" line. As for dating Rodney...well, that was more playing video games, reading comic books and making out to alleviate boredom (and wait for BenTen and Rowsdower to get their act together). Not that I didn't like any of those guys...but still. Of the two dates in which I went out with cute Japanese boys, I did the asking...after a fashion. Not to mention a stalker, and this random internet guy who has a hopeless crush on me.
I think all that high school drama is catching up to me.
At the risk of sounding like a whiny teenage drama queen...is there something I can do to repel all the boys?
BenTen...please shoot me.
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It's simple.
Date: 2005-07-13 08:09 am (UTC)Anyway, I'm sorry about work. I would hate that job. Good pay, right? And it sounds like you're meeting interesting people...cough cough. I smell a plot too. Interesting to see how that turns out.
Thanks for the note, it bolstered me.
Meg
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Date: 2005-07-13 03:03 pm (UTC)I too smell a plot.....
da da daaaaa (Creepy music)