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sorry y'all about that last posting. i might have had a couple drinks that night and figured out why they call alcohol a depressant. stuff came bubbling up that i thought i had put to bed a long time ago.
what was that, thursday night? that was a cool night, up until i started feeling sorry for myself. me and a bunch of my buffo buds went to my Old Man's apartment and kind of kidnapped him and a roommate of his. we all drove up to the apartment in like a caravan. there was another Old Man outside by the name of jared foster (who went to the same church as me growing up). being the woman that he is, he saw this line of cars driving up and figured it could mean only one thing. he ran up to justin's apartment screaming, "they're coming! they're coming!" jared ran into the apartment and locked the door. we all ran up to the door, knocking on it, asking to be let in. my idiot Old Man actually opens the door and lets all 12 or so into the place. we grab him and haul him downstairs while i run into his roommate kyle's room and grab him (kyle is an officer in the singing cadets). i brought him downstairs and then we commenced tying their hands and feet together with duct tape. then, we took several rolls of seran (sp?) wrap and wrap them up. we were gonna wrap them up together, one behind the other, but it would've been harder to transport them that way. we slung them into a truck and drove them several miles down the road to another Old Man's 21st birthday and dropped them off. it was awesome. i stayed at the party, had a couple drinks, and came back home, and wrote that thing earlier.
the next day i finally worked up the nerve to ask lexi if she wanted to pick up where we left off in the spring. she fed me some line about me not listening to her. i don't know, i wasn't really paying attention. just kidding. she said that this past summer had been weird for her relationship-wise and that it wouldn't be right for her to start something up with me. i went home fairly deflated, but knew that i'd be going on a weekend trip with my church the next day. i could possibly meet a fine lass there. and that i did. it's weird how God works. i prayed for him to help me out with my "love life". i dated a girl named lexi, and then this weekend i met an adorable girl named leslie. weird, huh? anywho, i talked to her on saturday, finding that we have a lot in common. she a freshman (i know...) from mesquite, tx. she loves baseball. that was all that i needed. plus, later on in the night, i was talking to my brother mike about her, and he said that she kept looking over at me. you know the way, wink, wink. maybe it's just wishful thinking, but i couldn't get her out of my head all week. i worked up a plan to ask her out last night at church, planning that if that went well enough, i could take her as my date to yell practice at midnight on friday. if you had been to a yell practice, you'd know why i want to take her to one. well, i worked on getting the courage to ask her out monday and tuesday, and finally wednesday came. i spotted her in the audience, and knew that i had to ask her out. i was nervous all service, and Lord forgive me, asking her out was all i could think about. i was going over lines in my head, planning on being suave and funny. church ended, i talked to some people, and spotted her across the room. i waved, and slowly made my way through the crowd over to her. we talked, telling each other about our weeks, about how klutzy we both are, and anticipating going to yell practice and then the game on thursday. i mentioned that i might be going to a movie after i got out of the church building, but couldn't bring myself to ask her to go with me. i don't know what it was. she might've said yes, i don't know. but soon, one of her guy friends came over and they started talking, so i said my goodbyes and got invited to play basketball once everyone cleared out of the gym (our church has a gym, where the afc wednesday night classes are held). i played basketball, and have been kicking myself ever since, because i won't see her again prolly until sunday. hopefully i can ask her then. hopefully she'll say heck yeah.
one more story, then i'm gone. tuesday was quite possibly the most embarassing day for me in a long time. i got up at 5:30 to work out with two buffo buds at the rec center at 6. we worked out, then i had a class from 8 to 9:15. after that, i went back to the choral activities office to talk with my second mother, missy (who's the executive assistant there). i talked with her until about 9:45, then headed back to my apartment to grab something to eat before my next class at 11:25. after i ate, at about 10:45, i got my books and started to leave to get to my class, when i realized that i really had to crap. i could put it mildly, but there was nothing mild about this. so, i set my books down, and did my business in the bathroom. when i flushed the toilet, though, it got stopped up. i thought, great this is just what i need. i stuck my head in the door of my roommate, brian, to ask him if he had a plunger, but he didn't. he told me to head down to randall's apartment (another singing cadet in my apartment complex. there's like 12 of us here). i headed down there, but there was nobody home. i went to another bud's apartment, nobody home there either. i thought, okay, now i'm gonna have to go buy a toilet bowl plunger because i'm not gonna leave my fecal matter in the toilet all day. i went back and asked brian (who's from this area) if he knew the closest place that sells toilet bowl plungers. he sent me to h.e.b., several miles across town. so, i'm speeding down the streets (prolly shoulda gotten a ticket), headed for the store. i get there, sprint into h.e.b. and run down the aisles looking for plungers, my heading whipping back and forth looking down the aisles. i can't find them. i realize that i'm gonna have to ask an employee, or i'm gonna be there forever looking for plungers. i swear, the only employee i can find is this really, very attractive young lady. i keep looking for another employee. she's the only one. i swallow my pride and slowly walk up to her. see if you can picture me doing this. i very quietly get her attention. then, i start searching for the words to ask her where a plunger is. "Excuse me...uh...do y'all have....uh....uh...do you know where...uh...where the...uh...plungers are?" i can see that she kinda finds this amusing and tells me they're a couple aisles over. i thank her, shuffle back a couple steps, and run. no joke. i grab the plunger and am running through h.e.b. with just a plunger in hand. i wonder what this would look like. can y'all just see me doing that? anyway, i go to the self-checkout, because i thought that it'd be embarassing to have someone ring me up for just a plunger. they'd know exactly why i was there. but, there's like 7 people in the self-checkout and most of them are over 80, moving like molasses. luckily, a lady walks up and tell me and the two people behind me that she can get us on the next register. okay, i'll let her ring up my toilet plunger, as long as it saves me time. she checks me out, but doesn't give me a bag. i realize i don't have time to argue, so i run out to my car, plunger in hand. i can only imagine what the people outside must've thought. anyway, i'm driving back, and i don't have enough time to make it back to my place and back to campus, or i'll be very late for my class at 11:25. so, i leave the plunger in my car and the crap in my toilet. after this class is over at 12:15, i have another at 12:45, again not enough time to plunge the toilet. so, this crap stays in my crapper for three whole hours, brian still there, too. finally, i make it back to my apartment after my class ends at 2. as i'm pulling into my parking space, my other roommate david, is headed for the apartment door. i park, stick my head out my door and yell, "DAVE! Don't go into the bathroom!!!!" he looks at me funny and says okay. i run in and plunge the toilet. as i'm leaving the bathroom, dave is coming toward the bathroom kind of speed walking. i said, "oh crap, dave, i didn't realize you actually had to go to the bathroom!" and that was it. it'd be much funnier if i could tell you in person.
well, that's all i have time for now. i got a 12:45 on west campus that i gotta get to. i'll update later.
what was that, thursday night? that was a cool night, up until i started feeling sorry for myself. me and a bunch of my buffo buds went to my Old Man's apartment and kind of kidnapped him and a roommate of his. we all drove up to the apartment in like a caravan. there was another Old Man outside by the name of jared foster (who went to the same church as me growing up). being the woman that he is, he saw this line of cars driving up and figured it could mean only one thing. he ran up to justin's apartment screaming, "they're coming! they're coming!" jared ran into the apartment and locked the door. we all ran up to the door, knocking on it, asking to be let in. my idiot Old Man actually opens the door and lets all 12 or so into the place. we grab him and haul him downstairs while i run into his roommate kyle's room and grab him (kyle is an officer in the singing cadets). i brought him downstairs and then we commenced tying their hands and feet together with duct tape. then, we took several rolls of seran (sp?) wrap and wrap them up. we were gonna wrap them up together, one behind the other, but it would've been harder to transport them that way. we slung them into a truck and drove them several miles down the road to another Old Man's 21st birthday and dropped them off. it was awesome. i stayed at the party, had a couple drinks, and came back home, and wrote that thing earlier.
the next day i finally worked up the nerve to ask lexi if she wanted to pick up where we left off in the spring. she fed me some line about me not listening to her. i don't know, i wasn't really paying attention. just kidding. she said that this past summer had been weird for her relationship-wise and that it wouldn't be right for her to start something up with me. i went home fairly deflated, but knew that i'd be going on a weekend trip with my church the next day. i could possibly meet a fine lass there. and that i did. it's weird how God works. i prayed for him to help me out with my "love life". i dated a girl named lexi, and then this weekend i met an adorable girl named leslie. weird, huh? anywho, i talked to her on saturday, finding that we have a lot in common. she a freshman (i know...) from mesquite, tx. she loves baseball. that was all that i needed. plus, later on in the night, i was talking to my brother mike about her, and he said that she kept looking over at me. you know the way, wink, wink. maybe it's just wishful thinking, but i couldn't get her out of my head all week. i worked up a plan to ask her out last night at church, planning that if that went well enough, i could take her as my date to yell practice at midnight on friday. if you had been to a yell practice, you'd know why i want to take her to one. well, i worked on getting the courage to ask her out monday and tuesday, and finally wednesday came. i spotted her in the audience, and knew that i had to ask her out. i was nervous all service, and Lord forgive me, asking her out was all i could think about. i was going over lines in my head, planning on being suave and funny. church ended, i talked to some people, and spotted her across the room. i waved, and slowly made my way through the crowd over to her. we talked, telling each other about our weeks, about how klutzy we both are, and anticipating going to yell practice and then the game on thursday. i mentioned that i might be going to a movie after i got out of the church building, but couldn't bring myself to ask her to go with me. i don't know what it was. she might've said yes, i don't know. but soon, one of her guy friends came over and they started talking, so i said my goodbyes and got invited to play basketball once everyone cleared out of the gym (our church has a gym, where the afc wednesday night classes are held). i played basketball, and have been kicking myself ever since, because i won't see her again prolly until sunday. hopefully i can ask her then. hopefully she'll say heck yeah.
one more story, then i'm gone. tuesday was quite possibly the most embarassing day for me in a long time. i got up at 5:30 to work out with two buffo buds at the rec center at 6. we worked out, then i had a class from 8 to 9:15. after that, i went back to the choral activities office to talk with my second mother, missy (who's the executive assistant there). i talked with her until about 9:45, then headed back to my apartment to grab something to eat before my next class at 11:25. after i ate, at about 10:45, i got my books and started to leave to get to my class, when i realized that i really had to crap. i could put it mildly, but there was nothing mild about this. so, i set my books down, and did my business in the bathroom. when i flushed the toilet, though, it got stopped up. i thought, great this is just what i need. i stuck my head in the door of my roommate, brian, to ask him if he had a plunger, but he didn't. he told me to head down to randall's apartment (another singing cadet in my apartment complex. there's like 12 of us here). i headed down there, but there was nobody home. i went to another bud's apartment, nobody home there either. i thought, okay, now i'm gonna have to go buy a toilet bowl plunger because i'm not gonna leave my fecal matter in the toilet all day. i went back and asked brian (who's from this area) if he knew the closest place that sells toilet bowl plungers. he sent me to h.e.b., several miles across town. so, i'm speeding down the streets (prolly shoulda gotten a ticket), headed for the store. i get there, sprint into h.e.b. and run down the aisles looking for plungers, my heading whipping back and forth looking down the aisles. i can't find them. i realize that i'm gonna have to ask an employee, or i'm gonna be there forever looking for plungers. i swear, the only employee i can find is this really, very attractive young lady. i keep looking for another employee. she's the only one. i swallow my pride and slowly walk up to her. see if you can picture me doing this. i very quietly get her attention. then, i start searching for the words to ask her where a plunger is. "Excuse me...uh...do y'all have....uh....uh...do you know where...uh...where the...uh...plungers are?" i can see that she kinda finds this amusing and tells me they're a couple aisles over. i thank her, shuffle back a couple steps, and run. no joke. i grab the plunger and am running through h.e.b. with just a plunger in hand. i wonder what this would look like. can y'all just see me doing that? anyway, i go to the self-checkout, because i thought that it'd be embarassing to have someone ring me up for just a plunger. they'd know exactly why i was there. but, there's like 7 people in the self-checkout and most of them are over 80, moving like molasses. luckily, a lady walks up and tell me and the two people behind me that she can get us on the next register. okay, i'll let her ring up my toilet plunger, as long as it saves me time. she checks me out, but doesn't give me a bag. i realize i don't have time to argue, so i run out to my car, plunger in hand. i can only imagine what the people outside must've thought. anyway, i'm driving back, and i don't have enough time to make it back to my place and back to campus, or i'll be very late for my class at 11:25. so, i leave the plunger in my car and the crap in my toilet. after this class is over at 12:15, i have another at 12:45, again not enough time to plunge the toilet. so, this crap stays in my crapper for three whole hours, brian still there, too. finally, i make it back to my apartment after my class ends at 2. as i'm pulling into my parking space, my other roommate david, is headed for the apartment door. i park, stick my head out my door and yell, "DAVE! Don't go into the bathroom!!!!" he looks at me funny and says okay. i run in and plunge the toilet. as i'm leaving the bathroom, dave is coming toward the bathroom kind of speed walking. i said, "oh crap, dave, i didn't realize you actually had to go to the bathroom!" and that was it. it'd be much funnier if i could tell you in person.
well, that's all i have time for now. i got a 12:45 on west campus that i gotta get to. i'll update later.