goings on
Thursday, this guy ROME (probably not his real name) was talking about how hot Glenda was. ["Hey, you know this chick named Gelnda? Wearing the green shirt? She got the curves and EVERYthing. Got tha nice teeth."] Man it was killing me. So anyway, I told Glenda about him and she was talking about how she didn't like black guys that much. Which is weird, because neither does Erica. Hmmm. Then James gonna jump in talkin bout how he was the big mack daddy in his day. Talkin bout how he used to go to the club every night and pick up girls. So I was like, Glenda, if you and me ever go to the club, we gonna be fighting over the same white guys! Hilarious. Then James gonna go all "lusty-old-man" on us and talk about how campus for him is like taking a hungry man to a smorgusbord (sp?). 1st of all, that's EXACTLY like James to relate physical attraction to food, 2nd of all, whatchu talkin bout James?!? He continues by explaining that for him at this smorgusbord as it were, it was like telling this extremely hungry man that he couldn't eat any of the food that was in front of him... he had to eat a SALAD! I was like, "JAMES! I'm so gonna tell your wife that you're calling her a salad!" He replied, "Go on then! I tell her everyday!" What the crap. So then I was leaving and this conversation occured:
James: I'll see ya tomorrow, sweetheart.
Me: Will you James?
J:You're coming down here aren't you?
M: No, I don't have class down here tomorrow.
J: Well, you gotta come by and get your valentine!
M: Uhhh... okay!
So he defiantely got me a real rose and a chocolate rose. What the crap. I mean, it's nice and all, but WHY CAN'T I GET VALENTINES FROM THE PEOPLE THAT I ACTUALLY WANT THEM FROM! Damn. Is that too much to ask after 21 years of (euphamismal) "independance?"
Then last night, Brian gave me a rose as well as a few other girls. I felt special until [1] I saw all the other girls with one and [2] they wilted like 20 minutes later. Oh well.
I also had the realization yesterday that I don't like anything that guys usually give girls for Valentine's Day. Flowers (hate the smell/caretaking), Chocolate (hurts my teefs), Jewelry (don't wear it). I mean, I guess my guy will have to be creative. Or know me long enough to know what I DO want.
I think that's about all I wanted to update about.
Hope your V-Day is going well.
<3
James: I'll see ya tomorrow, sweetheart.
Me: Will you James?
J:You're coming down here aren't you?
M: No, I don't have class down here tomorrow.
J: Well, you gotta come by and get your valentine!
M: Uhhh... okay!
So he defiantely got me a real rose and a chocolate rose. What the crap. I mean, it's nice and all, but WHY CAN'T I GET VALENTINES FROM THE PEOPLE THAT I ACTUALLY WANT THEM FROM! Damn. Is that too much to ask after 21 years of (euphamismal) "independance?"
Then last night, Brian gave me a rose as well as a few other girls. I felt special until [1] I saw all the other girls with one and [2] they wilted like 20 minutes later. Oh well.
I also had the realization yesterday that I don't like anything that guys usually give girls for Valentine's Day. Flowers (hate the smell/caretaking), Chocolate (hurts my teefs), Jewelry (don't wear it). I mean, I guess my guy will have to be creative. Or know me long enough to know what I DO want.
I think that's about all I wanted to update about.
Hope your V-Day is going well.
<3