seven easy steps to disaster
you know how sometimes they (i don't know who "they" are -the media i suppose) connect anyone to kevin bacon in seven steps...here's my own version.
Good night to Shit in seven easy steps
1. dinner at spicey pickle with boy-to him recieving phone call from girl
2. guy and two girls go to denver to skate *really fun except guy and girl are set in flirt mode with eachother and we leave earlier than i would have liked.
3. i drive us all back to party-very good beer
4. beer runs out-guy flirts with girls, girl flirts with guys, chelsea flirts with beer because it's one of those akward situations where no matter who i try to talk to everyone is only partially listening. i don't know enough about snowboarding or being rich to hold a conversation. and the one person i get to talk to me is so self-absorbed that everytime i go to comment on what HE is saying he interupts me.
5. go to house of guy i like (this is where i thought it was going to get good) girl flrits with guy i like, i trade beers for cookies, girl and guy end up making out as i akwardly leave the vicinity. i wish i never gave guy my favorite goosebumps book. wish he'd stop laughing at all my jokes. wish that all we had in common actually ment something.
6. i go for a night skate to work things out, roll my drunken ankle in the process. can't skate for maybe four days now. very purple and hurt. end of night. guy and girl are like "ohhh call you on friday..party. bla blah blah." I am like let's smash something from my trunk. stuff is smashed. we leave.
7. drive girl and guy home. girl first because she insists on mentioning her makeout sesh and the yeah yeah yeah's cd she burned for me is getting annyoing and i want to change it. hit truck backing out. people are watching and i'm buzzed. get out. truck's fine but my bumper is dissconnected from my car. girls gone. guy friend tells me i'm not forward enough with guys i like. i tell him i'm just wary of getting hurt. he doesn't understand so we stop talking about it. he puts the moves on me. he's drunk. i go home feeling tired and used with a throbbing ankle and an "i give up attitude."
nobody was being malicious during this course of events-everyone was just doing their own thing. and i'm happy guy i like and girl who's my friend hooked up but happy in a dissconnected "i wish it was two other people" sort of way. happy in an "i hope it ment something to them cause it did to me" way. happy in an "i don't really need or deserve that anyway," way. i'm glad i have to work tonight. oh and i'm planing on learning spanish just by listening to MEGA 95.7 "latino and proud" every day when i drive to work. i'll be hablaing espanol before you know it.
Good night to Shit in seven easy steps
1. dinner at spicey pickle with boy-to him recieving phone call from girl
2. guy and two girls go to denver to skate *really fun except guy and girl are set in flirt mode with eachother and we leave earlier than i would have liked.
3. i drive us all back to party-very good beer
4. beer runs out-guy flirts with girls, girl flirts with guys, chelsea flirts with beer because it's one of those akward situations where no matter who i try to talk to everyone is only partially listening. i don't know enough about snowboarding or being rich to hold a conversation. and the one person i get to talk to me is so self-absorbed that everytime i go to comment on what HE is saying he interupts me.
5. go to house of guy i like (this is where i thought it was going to get good) girl flrits with guy i like, i trade beers for cookies, girl and guy end up making out as i akwardly leave the vicinity. i wish i never gave guy my favorite goosebumps book. wish he'd stop laughing at all my jokes. wish that all we had in common actually ment something.
6. i go for a night skate to work things out, roll my drunken ankle in the process. can't skate for maybe four days now. very purple and hurt. end of night. guy and girl are like "ohhh call you on friday..party. bla blah blah." I am like let's smash something from my trunk. stuff is smashed. we leave.
7. drive girl and guy home. girl first because she insists on mentioning her makeout sesh and the yeah yeah yeah's cd she burned for me is getting annyoing and i want to change it. hit truck backing out. people are watching and i'm buzzed. get out. truck's fine but my bumper is dissconnected from my car. girls gone. guy friend tells me i'm not forward enough with guys i like. i tell him i'm just wary of getting hurt. he doesn't understand so we stop talking about it. he puts the moves on me. he's drunk. i go home feeling tired and used with a throbbing ankle and an "i give up attitude."
nobody was being malicious during this course of events-everyone was just doing their own thing. and i'm happy guy i like and girl who's my friend hooked up but happy in a dissconnected "i wish it was two other people" sort of way. happy in an "i hope it ment something to them cause it did to me" way. happy in an "i don't really need or deserve that anyway," way. i'm glad i have to work tonight. oh and i'm planing on learning spanish just by listening to MEGA 95.7 "latino and proud" every day when i drive to work. i'll be hablaing espanol before you know it.