Strummin' my pain with his fingers...
The past week has been really strange.
Thursday-- I don't remember anything significant happening.
Friday-- I worked and then I came home.
Saturday-- St. Charles Homecoming. I spent most of the day getting ready and about 1/3 of it actually at dinner and homecoming. I feel ungrateful saying this but it pretty much sucked. We looked nice and dinner was nice but then it was raining and Rich decided he wanted us to walk from P.F. Chang's all the way to the Cup O Joe actually inside the Easton complex. In our formal wear. Who goes to Cup O Joe in formal wear. Okay. Then we go to the dance and I saw some people I knew but mostly it sucked because we weren't allowed to actually dance. That is some sort of sin around their school. Whatever, I stood around as he and his friends jumped around like maniacs and enjoyed themselves. It was alright though. Then we leave and he decides he wants to go to Cup O Joe on Main. I wasn't in any position to object so I went along with it. Then eventually he takes me home and I guess he wanted to stay out later but there was nothing else to do. Yeah. A few things really bothered me about the night too. It's not that I really plan on any kind of relationship with him, but I don't appreciate hearing about his abundance of other women either. For example, it is altogether unnecesarry to tell me you spent the previous night hanging out with your girlfriend. I didn't know and I didn't care. I really liked how his friends asked him in front of me if the "one time they saw him driving" he was going to her house. He laughed and said yeah. Brilliant. Then at the second Cup O Joe we went to he tells me how this girl at the dance was supposedly watching him all night long. I asked him if they had some sort of history. "No, no history, but defenitly chemistry." I am not bothered by the fact that he is involved with other girls. Reminding me of it all night long makes me feel like a cheap whore, however. It was really tacky. Maybe I was supposed to be impressed.
Sunday-- Tennis lesson and work. Nothing else really.
Monday-- I go to school and find out that, even after I asked Rich specifically not to call a certain girl from my school, beacuse it would make the situation awkward between her and me, and between him and me, he called her anyways. A girl had asked me who I went to St Charles HC with and I said "Rich" and the girl I asked him not to call turns around and goes: "OMG! That's the guy who called me like a week and a half ago." I apparently get a look on my face. This girl is quite full of herself and this is the second time in a row I have found her somehow involved in a part of my life pretaining to boys. (It's not my love life, love's got nothing to do with it.) She then asks me "Oh, do you really really like him or something?" At this point I know she wants to hear yes I do so she can get sick twisted pleasure over the fact that he called her. She is a tease, and a pain in my ass. I told her we just went as friends, which we did. So yeah, any respect I hadn't yet lost for him-gone.
Then I had work and all Nick and I did was flirt. It was really fun. I love how stuff like this always happens to me. Ladi-daa.
Tuesday--BBYO meetings. I hung out with Brendan a bit too. Weird.
Wednesday-- I don'tthink anything important happened today. I don't think anything important will happen later.
I think I'll go read or something.
Thursday-- I don't remember anything significant happening.
Friday-- I worked and then I came home.
Saturday-- St. Charles Homecoming. I spent most of the day getting ready and about 1/3 of it actually at dinner and homecoming. I feel ungrateful saying this but it pretty much sucked. We looked nice and dinner was nice but then it was raining and Rich decided he wanted us to walk from P.F. Chang's all the way to the Cup O Joe actually inside the Easton complex. In our formal wear. Who goes to Cup O Joe in formal wear. Okay. Then we go to the dance and I saw some people I knew but mostly it sucked because we weren't allowed to actually dance. That is some sort of sin around their school. Whatever, I stood around as he and his friends jumped around like maniacs and enjoyed themselves. It was alright though. Then we leave and he decides he wants to go to Cup O Joe on Main. I wasn't in any position to object so I went along with it. Then eventually he takes me home and I guess he wanted to stay out later but there was nothing else to do. Yeah. A few things really bothered me about the night too. It's not that I really plan on any kind of relationship with him, but I don't appreciate hearing about his abundance of other women either. For example, it is altogether unnecesarry to tell me you spent the previous night hanging out with your girlfriend. I didn't know and I didn't care. I really liked how his friends asked him in front of me if the "one time they saw him driving" he was going to her house. He laughed and said yeah. Brilliant. Then at the second Cup O Joe we went to he tells me how this girl at the dance was supposedly watching him all night long. I asked him if they had some sort of history. "No, no history, but defenitly chemistry." I am not bothered by the fact that he is involved with other girls. Reminding me of it all night long makes me feel like a cheap whore, however. It was really tacky. Maybe I was supposed to be impressed.
Sunday-- Tennis lesson and work. Nothing else really.
Monday-- I go to school and find out that, even after I asked Rich specifically not to call a certain girl from my school, beacuse it would make the situation awkward between her and me, and between him and me, he called her anyways. A girl had asked me who I went to St Charles HC with and I said "Rich" and the girl I asked him not to call turns around and goes: "OMG! That's the guy who called me like a week and a half ago." I apparently get a look on my face. This girl is quite full of herself and this is the second time in a row I have found her somehow involved in a part of my life pretaining to boys. (It's not my love life, love's got nothing to do with it.) She then asks me "Oh, do you really really like him or something?" At this point I know she wants to hear yes I do so she can get sick twisted pleasure over the fact that he called her. She is a tease, and a pain in my ass. I told her we just went as friends, which we did. So yeah, any respect I hadn't yet lost for him-gone.
Then I had work and all Nick and I did was flirt. It was really fun. I love how stuff like this always happens to me. Ladi-daa.
Tuesday--BBYO meetings. I hung out with Brendan a bit too. Weird.
Wednesday-- I don'tthink anything important happened today. I don't think anything important will happen later.
I think I'll go read or something.