Dating Tip: Go learn how to be a head case
Summer has gotten off to a pretty good start. The secadas are dutifully drowning out graduations and weddings, the sun is back out donating its well known farmers tans, and school is almost out to let loose all the rabid kids who will travel in packs to the back-in-action icecream man-they will buy sugar until their pockets surrender, and then they will stampede directly to the pool to get in and relieve themselves as an initiation to the start of a long, warm summer.
I'm working at Wakefield pool, the pool that you can't even get into because the gate is so ghetto it won't open. The guard chairs are peeling, the broken trash can lids are fixed with duct tape, one of the diving boards sends shocks through all its victims knees, even the umbrellas leak! So far some of our pool rats include: Tariqua, Shaniqua, Shaquisha, Bonika, Terrenik, and Fashanda. Shouldn't it be illegal to name your baby Shaquisha? Gotta love that pool.
Right now I'm also taking math 1100 and Pool Operations. They both suck. At least I get to endure my 6 hours a week of math with Cecilia. Tonight after class Cecilia and I almost went to Burger King to get some onion rings, but instead she treated us to an 'Extreme' seafood platter from Champion Seafoods: Crab cakes, scallops, shrimp, clam, oyster, fish, yams, macaroni and cheese, cream of crab soup, and corn bread (Stacey! LOL). We took it to a playground and pigged out. Lemme just tell you, if you haven't been to Champion Seafoods yet, GO!. The food was sooooo good. We couldn't even finish the food because there was so much. There's nothin better than good seafood that actually fills you up! After we ate, we played on the playground of coarse. Celia finally discovered the magic of see-saws, and how to make someone almost fly off ;-) When we were done swinging, I got the bright idea of going up and down the 'spiderweb' without holding on, and I definitely missed a step and busted my shin pretty hard. We also found this great slide that had rollers on it! I'm not sure why, but somehow it was really addictive. You can't go down just once. The only thing was that it tended to hurt the bum. I think both our asses are going to be bruised tomorrow. Celia had to be at work at 12 because she's a loser and works nights, but on our way there, we saw a spotlight. As a rule of thumb, if we're not running late for something and we see a spot light, it must be tracked down. Eventually we found it off of 301 at this new nightclub called Icon. It looked pretty cool, we'll have to go there sometime.
I was just watching the stupidest show known to man, 'Extreme Dating' and I actually heard something that was very insightful and true! The girl who was going on the date began with the question of 'Why do men always date the psycho girls?' She said that they just seem to be attracted to them, and if their girlfriends aren't psycho already, they'll do their best to make them so. For instance, they'll bug a girl and push her buttons until she explodes-and they get off on that. I mean, I don't like making generalizations because all generalizations are false, but men do seem to be attracted to the crazy chics. They obviously like the adrenaline that goes along with it. I guess girls without issues just aren't appealing unless they've got hidden baggage. Honestly, I'm one of very few girls I know that doesn't have baggage...at least not that I know of. I don't have drug problems, I'm not all about sex, I'm not psycho, I don't have any anger issues, I'm not depressed, I don't dwell in the past, I'm not too emotional...probably the biggest issue with me is my goofiness, which comes and goes depending on the moment. But that's not what guys want. They want the excitement of someone who needs help. It's true. And that lady on the show had a good point with it. I'm sure most girls have dealt with their share of guys who say that they're not sure about dating anymore because of some past experience with a whacked out girlfriend or five. Its pretty frustrating. But its an interesting concept to me nonetheless.
I'm sitting here and its 3:30 in the morning and as usual I'm freezing. My family room is like a freaking icebox where the computer is. Unless I'm sick or about to get sick, I almost never get cold, but my fingers, nose and feet get cold all the time. Guys ask me relentlessly why girls are always cold, and I honestly can't answer. I mean, its not like we're making it up, because we're cold to the touch...but why?? I'm wearing some big thick ugly man-socks to keep me warm right now. I think I need something a little closer to a real man. Like...Peter perhaps ;-)
I guess I'll just have to settle for my bed.
Buona notte
I'm working at Wakefield pool, the pool that you can't even get into because the gate is so ghetto it won't open. The guard chairs are peeling, the broken trash can lids are fixed with duct tape, one of the diving boards sends shocks through all its victims knees, even the umbrellas leak! So far some of our pool rats include: Tariqua, Shaniqua, Shaquisha, Bonika, Terrenik, and Fashanda. Shouldn't it be illegal to name your baby Shaquisha? Gotta love that pool.
Right now I'm also taking math 1100 and Pool Operations. They both suck. At least I get to endure my 6 hours a week of math with Cecilia. Tonight after class Cecilia and I almost went to Burger King to get some onion rings, but instead she treated us to an 'Extreme' seafood platter from Champion Seafoods: Crab cakes, scallops, shrimp, clam, oyster, fish, yams, macaroni and cheese, cream of crab soup, and corn bread (Stacey! LOL). We took it to a playground and pigged out. Lemme just tell you, if you haven't been to Champion Seafoods yet, GO!. The food was sooooo good. We couldn't even finish the food because there was so much. There's nothin better than good seafood that actually fills you up! After we ate, we played on the playground of coarse. Celia finally discovered the magic of see-saws, and how to make someone almost fly off ;-) When we were done swinging, I got the bright idea of going up and down the 'spiderweb' without holding on, and I definitely missed a step and busted my shin pretty hard. We also found this great slide that had rollers on it! I'm not sure why, but somehow it was really addictive. You can't go down just once. The only thing was that it tended to hurt the bum. I think both our asses are going to be bruised tomorrow. Celia had to be at work at 12 because she's a loser and works nights, but on our way there, we saw a spotlight. As a rule of thumb, if we're not running late for something and we see a spot light, it must be tracked down. Eventually we found it off of 301 at this new nightclub called Icon. It looked pretty cool, we'll have to go there sometime.
I was just watching the stupidest show known to man, 'Extreme Dating' and I actually heard something that was very insightful and true! The girl who was going on the date began with the question of 'Why do men always date the psycho girls?' She said that they just seem to be attracted to them, and if their girlfriends aren't psycho already, they'll do their best to make them so. For instance, they'll bug a girl and push her buttons until she explodes-and they get off on that. I mean, I don't like making generalizations because all generalizations are false, but men do seem to be attracted to the crazy chics. They obviously like the adrenaline that goes along with it. I guess girls without issues just aren't appealing unless they've got hidden baggage. Honestly, I'm one of very few girls I know that doesn't have baggage...at least not that I know of. I don't have drug problems, I'm not all about sex, I'm not psycho, I don't have any anger issues, I'm not depressed, I don't dwell in the past, I'm not too emotional...probably the biggest issue with me is my goofiness, which comes and goes depending on the moment. But that's not what guys want. They want the excitement of someone who needs help. It's true. And that lady on the show had a good point with it. I'm sure most girls have dealt with their share of guys who say that they're not sure about dating anymore because of some past experience with a whacked out girlfriend or five. Its pretty frustrating. But its an interesting concept to me nonetheless.
I'm sitting here and its 3:30 in the morning and as usual I'm freezing. My family room is like a freaking icebox where the computer is. Unless I'm sick or about to get sick, I almost never get cold, but my fingers, nose and feet get cold all the time. Guys ask me relentlessly why girls are always cold, and I honestly can't answer. I mean, its not like we're making it up, because we're cold to the touch...but why?? I'm wearing some big thick ugly man-socks to keep me warm right now. I think I need something a little closer to a real man. Like...Peter perhaps ;-)
I guess I'll just have to settle for my bed.
Buona notte