A Lot Of Things

5:25 p.m. & 2004-06-16

Yeah, quite a few things have been happening recently. -giggles- Man.. Isn't life funny sometimes? I have to update on recent events before I can continue with the information on the trip. I want to get it all recorded before I leave for my trip to Colorado, that way it's all still fresh in my memory, and I can put down every detail. But, for now, I have to write about what has been going on.

On Sunday-I think, though the actual day on which it happened is somewhat irrelevant-, Angela and I decided to go to the movies together. We went to see The Day After Tommorow. It was pouring down rain, so Angela and I got really wet while getting in/out of cars. We were outside, buying our tickets, when these guys that I hardly knew came up to us and started talking. They told us that we looked like sisters, which, we really don't. We talked to them for a few minutes, and then went inside to get our food. After we had gotten what we needed, and were getting ready to go into the theatre to watch the movie, they called us back outside. I don't mean to sound rascist, but... There was a white guy, and a black guy. I don't know their names really, so that's how I identify them. Anyway, the black guy stripped down to just his pants, and jumped in the pond, which I thought was really dumb. Meanwhile, we were chatting with the white guy, who Angela thought was kind of cute. In the end, their ride came, and they had to leave. Before they left, the white guy asked for our numbers. Angela didn't want them to have her number, so she started giving them mine. I didn't want them to know my home phone number, so she gave them my cell number. We went in and started watching the movie, after we had already missed 15 minutes of it. I thought that it was the end of them, that we weren't going to hear from them again. I didn't -want- to hear from them, honestly. It was about... halfway into the movie, and my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, so I was really reluctant to answer, but I did anyway. It was the black guy. He was asking Angela and I all these questions about whether we liked him or his friend. I, of course, gave them the correct and proper answer... I DIDN'T KNOW THEM! How could I like them if I didn't know them? Ugh. We went back in to watch the movie, thinking they wouldn't call back. About 30 minutes later, the white guy calls. At least -he- was polite. After finding out that he had called while we were still in the movie, he apologized, and said that they would call back. I was kind of hoping they wouldn't. But, as soon as we got home, they did. Or at least, the black guy did. I didn't want Angela wasting any more time talking on my cell phone with them, so, she gave him my FiretrUCKING home phone number. Great. You can just imagine how thrilled I was when he called my house. I didn't want to talk to him, so Angela pretended she was me, and started a conversation. He ended up telling her that he had a crush on me for the longest time. He rated me an 11 on a scale from 1 to 10. Dude. I don't get it. I seriously don't. When he saw me, I was dressed in comfort clothes, no make up on, I had my glasses on instead of my contacts, my hair wasn't even straight. Basically, I looked like crap. And here he is, telling Angela how beautiful he thinks I am. lmao. Angela told me that I must seriously just be a sexy person. So, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Angela got rid of him, got off the phone. He must have been effing high, or something. He called my cell phone about an hour later. Guess what he did. No, just guess. He started -singing- to me. And, what's more, he was singing a Blink 182 song to me. You cannot imagine how funny it is to hear a black dude, who is, in all propability, doped up on goodness only -knows- what, singing a punk rock song to you. When Angela finally got him to stop singing, by telling him that my phone was about to go dead, he ended the conversation with the words, "Call you tommorow, beautiful." -shakes her head- I really don't understand. -giggles- Why do I always get attention from the guys I don't want to attract? Whatever. I thought, hoped, -prayed-, that that was the end of the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, none of that helped. The next morning, I get a voicemail. After listening to two words, I deleted it. He calls me, asking me why I won't answer my phone. Gee, I wonder. -rolls her eyes- Angela put a stop to all of it by telling him that I had a boyfriend, who certainly didn't appreciate him calling me. He insisted that he was calling to talk to Angela, not me. -giggles- It's hilarious, now, but when it was actually happening... Yeah. Nick cracked up when he heard about it. -pouts- He's not allowed to laugh at me! Someone is trying to steal me away, and he -laughs-! -snort- He should call that dude and threaten him. hehe... That's so not something he would do, but it would really be funny. I mean, he doesn't want to lose me to some creepy stalker guy, does he? I can't help it that I'm sexy enough to attract this much attention.. -giggles- Yeah, I was joking about that one. Now.. Moving on..

JP IS A CHILD MOLESTER! -snickers- I had to get that out. He is! I'm not kidding! He "snogged"- inside joke- this 12 year old chick! She's going into the 7th grade, and he's going into the 10th! How FiretrUCKING wrong is that? I'm ashamed of him, so is Rochelle. The girl took off her freaking shirt for him. And her bra. Yeah. Can you say, nasty? FOR JP! I mean.. who in their right mind... ? I really don't understand. He gets all these chicks, ends up making out/doing stuff with all these girls that he claims are hott... And he's... well, he's just JP. That sounds kind of mean, but.. yeah. I went over to Jason's house with him. Jason is an asshole. Ugh. Can't stand that boy. The thing is, he think's he's funny, but he's really just a jerk. -glares- But, whatever. I'm just glad I don't have to put up with him.

Yesterday, Erica, Nick and I went to see The Day After Tommorow, -again-. Oooh! I have to remind myself to write about Bubbles! -pets Bubbles- Anyway, back to the story. Erica and I were really, really hyper. I'm not joking. Nick had never seen me hyper before, so he was in for a rare, and humorous, surprise. The whole movie, Erica and I were making funny comments, and remembering inside jokes that we had forgotten about. I wasn't really watching the movie, because I had seen it already. That movie is -COLD-! Both times I saw it, it was freezing! Nick and I ended up holding hands. =D And I didn't even have to make the first move! -grin- Erica and I were talking about hanging out down the street, OHIO!, with Terrel and Daniel. And then about what we've done in church... and under tables... and on buses. Lmao! Those last two were all Erica! And what I did in a church wasn't -anything-, especially not compared to what she did! Nick was totally lost, and it was funny. hehe... That was really fun.

Omg. Nathan Kline called me. Twice. I have no idea what he called me about, because I missed his calls both times. Maybe he will call back before I leave for Colorado, maybe he won't. -shrug- I just wanna know what he wants, and how he got my number...

Okay, well, I guess that's it. Tonight or tommorow, the rest of the entries on my trip will be coming, I promise. Another entry soon, probably.

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