Something is not right with me.
I have this weird attraction to guys who look like they beat the shit out of people on a regular basis. I don't know why, I can't explain it.
So there's this guy who comes to my work all the time. He told me he was a boxer the first day that I saw him. Which was pretty awesome. (Now that I think of it, I first saw him around the same time Anthropology boy asked me out. Which is funny because I'm fairly certain I'm going on a date tomorrow. At least I think it's a date. Meaning: he only shows up when I've been recently asked out, which is funny.)
I hadn't seen him in awhile but he came in last night by himself. I asked him how the boxing was going and he told me that he was fighting for his diamond gloves tomorrow. We chatted for awhile (kid likes to talk a lot, which is really nice but sometimes I don't have time and feel bad when I have to cut him off to go do something). I wished him luck and that was that. I didn't really think much of it.
And then today he came in with his dad, bruised face and big smile. He'd won! He was telling me about it some more, and he dad interjected a few lines every now and then. It was really easy to see the pride on his face. They were both so excited and happy. It was a really nice sight.
After I sat them, I was about to turn and go and the dad turned to me and said, "He's about to feel it now. During the fight they've got so much adrenaline pumping but he's feeling it now." I looked at his face. He was starting to get a really bad bruise under his eye, which his dad refereed to as a "mouse".
He's a nice looking kid but I never really thought about it until then. Every time he said he was a boxer, I thought it was really cool, but it never really hit me until I saw him like that. Gosh it was attractive. Which really makes me think that something must be wrong with me to be so into people who have just taken multiple hard fists to the face. But there it is.
Work had no power for about three hours today. Unlike the previous two times this has happened while I was there, I wasn't sent home. I was one of four people who had to stay. We played Gestures for awhile and chatted, even did some cleaning. Now that I think about it, I totally forgot Gestures there. If I trusted it to still be there with all its parts until next week, I would leave it but I have a feeling something will go missing if I don't pick it up tomorrow. Blahh.
I have an exam tomorrow morning. I did all the homework that was due but the exam isn't on anything that is covered in the homework. So I should be studying because I don't have a clue what it will be on but I can't be fucked. That class is so stupid.
I should also be re-writing my Puerto Rican lit homework out in pen or typing it up but fuck that as well. The teacher has taken a two week vacation and we haven't read anything in forever, making her class totally useless and pointless. She can suffer through my pencil writing. The student assistant is really sweet though. She should give him more props than she does.
Tomorrow my bank account will also be ~$2,000 short. But Liverpool is worth is. SO worth it.
So there's this guy who comes to my work all the time. He told me he was a boxer the first day that I saw him. Which was pretty awesome. (Now that I think of it, I first saw him around the same time Anthropology boy asked me out. Which is funny because I'm fairly certain I'm going on a date tomorrow. At least I think it's a date. Meaning: he only shows up when I've been recently asked out, which is funny.)
I hadn't seen him in awhile but he came in last night by himself. I asked him how the boxing was going and he told me that he was fighting for his diamond gloves tomorrow. We chatted for awhile (kid likes to talk a lot, which is really nice but sometimes I don't have time and feel bad when I have to cut him off to go do something). I wished him luck and that was that. I didn't really think much of it.
And then today he came in with his dad, bruised face and big smile. He'd won! He was telling me about it some more, and he dad interjected a few lines every now and then. It was really easy to see the pride on his face. They were both so excited and happy. It was a really nice sight.
After I sat them, I was about to turn and go and the dad turned to me and said, "He's about to feel it now. During the fight they've got so much adrenaline pumping but he's feeling it now." I looked at his face. He was starting to get a really bad bruise under his eye, which his dad refereed to as a "mouse".
He's a nice looking kid but I never really thought about it until then. Every time he said he was a boxer, I thought it was really cool, but it never really hit me until I saw him like that. Gosh it was attractive. Which really makes me think that something must be wrong with me to be so into people who have just taken multiple hard fists to the face. But there it is.
Work had no power for about three hours today. Unlike the previous two times this has happened while I was there, I wasn't sent home. I was one of four people who had to stay. We played Gestures for awhile and chatted, even did some cleaning. Now that I think about it, I totally forgot Gestures there. If I trusted it to still be there with all its parts until next week, I would leave it but I have a feeling something will go missing if I don't pick it up tomorrow. Blahh.
I have an exam tomorrow morning. I did all the homework that was due but the exam isn't on anything that is covered in the homework. So I should be studying because I don't have a clue what it will be on but I can't be fucked. That class is so stupid.
I should also be re-writing my Puerto Rican lit homework out in pen or typing it up but fuck that as well. The teacher has taken a two week vacation and we haven't read anything in forever, making her class totally useless and pointless. She can suffer through my pencil writing. The student assistant is really sweet though. She should give him more props than she does.
Tomorrow my bank account will also be ~$2,000 short. But Liverpool is worth is. SO worth it.