My Crazy Mind...
Ok so, I don't know where or how or why these ideas come into my brain but they do. And always at really annoying times, like before I'm about to shower. But regardless, when ideas get in my head and i start thinking like i'd write i do it...so....
You all know these guys. You've all heard me, lived with me, rolled your eyes at me, whatever, while I talked about all of them. But, and I don't know why, I just started thinking about all the ways I explain the relationships in my life and how I tend to make them into stories. And I thought, why not just write them down? So, I don't know what I'm going to do with these, if I'll do a bunch of short stories and make it into something, if I'll just forget about it and not care...but since very few people read this but enough that some eyes besides mine would I've decided to post it up here and see what everybody thinks. One or two of the people in this might actually read it, but it's kind of doubtful. So I'm being bold. Posting names. We'll see if i regret this choice later...
Patrick.
He was a student teacher and I was a teacher’s assistant. A semi-inappropriate affair was bound to happen.
Jeremy.
Gummi bears and ice cream made him a bit irresistible to me. That, and his redheaded goofiness which always seemed to win me over despite the fact that I was seeing someone else.
Jamey.
His mind was his worst enemy. For quite a while it was mine too, regardless of how hard I tried I never could seem to get inside it. His mind, that is.
Carl.
I always wished I could fall in love with Carl. It would make my life so much easier if I could fall in love with him.
Kevin.
We had a history dating back from fifth grade. Our relationship was one of my most confusing. I knew he was in love with someone else, but I had to fight the urge to kiss him every time he looked at me.
Brandon.
He is the only person I honestly believe has ever been in love with me. The problem was that I didn’t feel the same way until it was too late.
Chris.
I have never been more attracted to anyone than Chris. Every word he uttered dripped from his syrupy voice, hinting at my innocence and the possibility of him corrupting it.
Brian.
He was my first ever guy at college. And also the first ever guy that I’d met, wanted and got within one night
Tim.
My biggest mistake. And I mean this in more ways than one.
Aaron.
Raggedy Andy plays guitar. Intriguing me by thinking that I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Bryan.
One of the best make out buddies I’ve ever had despite the fact that I’ve only seen the guy about three times in my entire life.
Ryan.
The high school love of my life. The one that to this day still makes my high school friends roll their eyes and shake their heads.
BD.
The high school crush that has inspired so much writing material I often have a hard time keeping fact from fiction.
Mike.
Serious stoner in my college creative writing class with the dreamy eyes and dreamy hair that made me swoon.
Titus.
Serious stoner in my high school Econ. Class who confessed his crush on me to a mutual friend while stoned out of his mind, naked, and cart wheeling in her backyard (or so I was told). Kinky.
Matt.
My first real summer romance. Presents from Hawaii. Late night phone calls. And the inevitable four AM voicemail in which he professed his love to me via a silly song while high on ecstasy. Oh the good old days.
Steven.
The one who took his own life at thirteen and took my childhood innocence along with him.
Greg.
The tuckmaster. Perfect prom date and endearingly well-intentioned friend.
Other Matt.
I blew his mind. This is not an interpretation on my part-he literally told me, “You just blew my mind.” Oh yeah, he was a winner.
Sean.
We liked to take illegal naps together. They were mostly illegal due to the fact that he had a girlfriend at the time. Oops.
Boy.
Yes. That was his name. Ok, not his real name, but that’s still what he is in my phone. So that’s what he will be in real life too.
Cute Chris.
That smile, my God that boy could smile. And those arms. Mmm, so many daydreams inspired by one boy…man…guy….
Brad.
Ah, my infamous coffee guy. That’s how I referred to him before I knew his actual name. And who knows how he referred to me before he knew mine. (Here comes twelve ounce caramel latte with skim milk?)
You all know these guys. You've all heard me, lived with me, rolled your eyes at me, whatever, while I talked about all of them. But, and I don't know why, I just started thinking about all the ways I explain the relationships in my life and how I tend to make them into stories. And I thought, why not just write them down? So, I don't know what I'm going to do with these, if I'll do a bunch of short stories and make it into something, if I'll just forget about it and not care...but since very few people read this but enough that some eyes besides mine would I've decided to post it up here and see what everybody thinks. One or two of the people in this might actually read it, but it's kind of doubtful. So I'm being bold. Posting names. We'll see if i regret this choice later...
Patrick.
He was a student teacher and I was a teacher’s assistant. A semi-inappropriate affair was bound to happen.
Jeremy.
Gummi bears and ice cream made him a bit irresistible to me. That, and his redheaded goofiness which always seemed to win me over despite the fact that I was seeing someone else.
Jamey.
His mind was his worst enemy. For quite a while it was mine too, regardless of how hard I tried I never could seem to get inside it. His mind, that is.
Carl.
I always wished I could fall in love with Carl. It would make my life so much easier if I could fall in love with him.
Kevin.
We had a history dating back from fifth grade. Our relationship was one of my most confusing. I knew he was in love with someone else, but I had to fight the urge to kiss him every time he looked at me.
Brandon.
He is the only person I honestly believe has ever been in love with me. The problem was that I didn’t feel the same way until it was too late.
Chris.
I have never been more attracted to anyone than Chris. Every word he uttered dripped from his syrupy voice, hinting at my innocence and the possibility of him corrupting it.
Brian.
He was my first ever guy at college. And also the first ever guy that I’d met, wanted and got within one night
Tim.
My biggest mistake. And I mean this in more ways than one.
Aaron.
Raggedy Andy plays guitar. Intriguing me by thinking that I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Bryan.
One of the best make out buddies I’ve ever had despite the fact that I’ve only seen the guy about three times in my entire life.
Ryan.
The high school love of my life. The one that to this day still makes my high school friends roll their eyes and shake their heads.
BD.
The high school crush that has inspired so much writing material I often have a hard time keeping fact from fiction.
Mike.
Serious stoner in my college creative writing class with the dreamy eyes and dreamy hair that made me swoon.
Titus.
Serious stoner in my high school Econ. Class who confessed his crush on me to a mutual friend while stoned out of his mind, naked, and cart wheeling in her backyard (or so I was told). Kinky.
Matt.
My first real summer romance. Presents from Hawaii. Late night phone calls. And the inevitable four AM voicemail in which he professed his love to me via a silly song while high on ecstasy. Oh the good old days.
Steven.
The one who took his own life at thirteen and took my childhood innocence along with him.
Greg.
The tuckmaster. Perfect prom date and endearingly well-intentioned friend.
Other Matt.
I blew his mind. This is not an interpretation on my part-he literally told me, “You just blew my mind.” Oh yeah, he was a winner.
Sean.
We liked to take illegal naps together. They were mostly illegal due to the fact that he had a girlfriend at the time. Oops.
Boy.
Yes. That was his name. Ok, not his real name, but that’s still what he is in my phone. So that’s what he will be in real life too.
Cute Chris.
That smile, my God that boy could smile. And those arms. Mmm, so many daydreams inspired by one boy…man…guy….
Brad.
Ah, my infamous coffee guy. That’s how I referred to him before I knew his actual name. And who knows how he referred to me before he knew mine. (Here comes twelve ounce caramel latte with skim milk?)