Krispy Kreme :-)
I woke up on floor this morning once again. Seems to be the trend for the New Year? This time I was alone. The television was still on. I looked up, and Notting Hill was sticking out of the VCR. I tried to recall which part of the movie I fell asleep during. I arched my back and stood up. The clock read 7:11. I thought about slushies, and stopping before Disney World to get them.
I signed Online wearily hoping that someone out there had sent me a page of mail. I was disappointed to find that once again no one had and my mail still contained the normal 50 trillion promo mails from all of my "free graphic" servers. There was a ton of "loose weight THIS year" stuff. They made me feel a bit lost because THIS year I have vowed to not get caught up in dieting. I walked into the kitchen and happily found my scale read two pounds less then yesterday. That's always nice. Especially when I'm hardly trying.
I got in the shower around quarter to eight. The water felt wonderful against my skin, so I turned it up so hot it steamed and stood face under it. I've been using this coconut smelling shampoo lately. It smells like sun tan lotion. It made me think of the beach and making love. I slipped back on my pajamas. A pair of Stan's old flannel green and blue pants, and a black shirt with a screen of "Paris" on it. My hair looked really long wet. It curled in crinkled ringlets that I encouraged by not brushing. I noticed that my face is starting to break out. Not awfully, but enough for precautions to be made. I tried this "Herbal Essence" face cleanser I got free in the mail. It smelled like Stan. I have to remember to save money for some Juniper Breeze soap before my trip to Tallahassee. The showers in Salley Hall were some of the best times I've ever experienced.
I signed back online after my shower. I was freezing, and wrapped my blankey around me tight. I read "TeenScopes" for 2001. It depressed me a bit, because as an Aries it said that my love life was going to be very weak. The sad part was it said for Stan as a Capricorn, this year he would find true love, that it was his best year for love or something of that sort. I have to remember though, that we have always known Capricorn and Aries were not written in the stars. Afterall, that is how we developed the nicknames-because a compatibility test that said I would spend his money and seem immature to him. I guess I cannot base anything on what a Horoscope I read Online says.
While I was still flipping through the files, I saw Stan walk up to my door in a reflection on my computer screen. It was only 8:13AM. I hadn't expected him until after 9, so I was very happy to have him over. He told me he was in pain, and that his mouth was bleeding again since he just had his stitches removed. I felt really bad for him. I showed him the Teen Scopes first off, and he said it was silly to believe in them or something of the like.
We lyed down in my bed, and spoke of going out to breakfast. We fell asleep for a total of three and a half hours. Waking a few times in between, him saying often that it was a beautiful way to spend time together. We hugged under my blankets. He kept me warm wonderfully and I couldn't stay awake.
At noon when we did wake up, we decided to order pizza from work. Gerald was working and we got a large half "breakfast sausage", green peppers, pepperoni, & onions for Stan, and half Italian sausage, and onions for me. After I put down the phone, I regretted calling in because my love started to get all seductive with me and I had wanted him so badly to want for me.
As I walked into work to pick up our order Cara told me I looked good. I laughed because I hadn't brushed my hair and I had been rolling around in bed all morning. Gerald was upset because Jason didn't show up for work. Therefore he was without a driver. I felt bad for him. He was also out of mushrooms. I walked in the back to check my schedule. I happily found I have Saturday off so I can go to Talle with James that day if I am needed to. Yay.
Back in the truck Stan got onto me for picking toppings off the pizza. That's the kind of thing that really bothers him. He's the type that won't allow food containers to be opened in his truck. I hope that is for his Dad's sake, and not a pet peeve of his own, because I'm pretty used to eating on the go. I wouldn't mind giving that up for him though. At my house we ate in my room. Stan in my green chair, me upon the bed. The pizza was extra cheesy good. I ate three and a half pieces. Stan was slowly working on his due to his mouth trauma. I kept eyeing him very horniful. He didn't really seem to feel my vibe of seduction though. At least not until I pounced on top of him in the chair. Hehe. I guess I won in the end, because I did get him to ly back down with me for a while. He made more enuwindows {<-I have no idea how to spell that} about being a player, or not being serious in his love for me. They made me a little sad, but I divorced the thoughts because I know my sadness over such things only creates anger inside him. I'm trying to learn to except his rather dry humor that comes and goes every so often. I really don't like being the butt of his jokes, or teased about insecurities {such as him leaving me} ---but maybe he is just trying to add humor to them to make it easier. I'm sure that's what it is. Stan is the type of guy that likes things to be pleasant. I don't think he would set out to make me tearful {unless just to see me get jealous for him--- but hey, that happens alllllll the time *smile*}
I walked him out to the living room. He had wrote "I love you" in left over cheese sauce on my arm. As I hugged him it smeared onto him and he reacted by wiping it across my nipple region. I laughed thinking about our peanut butter war. I waved through the door as he rushed away.
I of course found myself back online after he left. I stayed on as I did a few loads of laundry. Then I called Frank. Frank pissed me off a lot, because he told me I make him feel like a taxi. He never wants to do anything anymore. Everytime I say "hey lets go...." he'll reply with "No Jenna, I don't feel like driving". He's really into hanging out with all of his friends from Forensics lately. Most of them are fifteen year old girls. I have a hard time getting along with them. Well, that's okay though because I never get invited out anymore anyways. He said he'd give me a ride to work, but I said I'd rather walk. Then we hung up.
I lyed down for 15mintues before getting dressed. I was pretty upset at the world, but I was trying to get over it. When my alarm went off I changed quickly and left without brushing my hair. The sun was setting on the bay as I walked by the park. It reminded me of loneliness and Justin. Of Courtney Love songs and walking across town because I was afraid to sit still. As I reached the church up on the corner, the water looked bluer and I could focus more on dolphins and dreams and the boat I really want to get one day. I got a little paranoid walking all that way. I tried to keep my mind on things and not walking so it would go by quicker. It was 40 degrees outside. I had a really bad headache by the time I got to the highway. I walked by my old church and longed to go in with God instead of going to work. It would be nice to talk with Paul, and sit in the huge sanctuary up high in the balcony. Crossing the highway took forever, and I was afraid I was going to be late. I went really quick down the hill towards the store. This old man was also walking and when he wasn't frightening me, I felt sorry for him being out in the cold.
I was ten minutes early to work. I went straight to the potty avoiding one person in particular. Inside I brushed my hair and dabbed on a bit of makeup. Then I rushed next door for a cappuccino before I had to clock in. It was sooo yummiful!
The store was so dead again tonight. Wes came in for a while and kept us company. Frank made cinnamon sticks. I worked on the oven for a bit. . . then Frank and I topped two bundles of boxes and left. He drove us to this other store where i hope to get a job. Then he continued to reject doing anything with me, and took me home. I was pretty upset at the change in HIM, but I was very unnoticeable about it I think.
Much later
Stan called earlier and said a simple "I can't talk, but I just wanted to say 'I love you'". I felt so good after that. I was so surprised by the call though, that I couldn't remember if I returned the 'I love you', or just hung up in a daze.
I was feeling really pissy about the entire Frank thing. He had called me a while after Stan did and said "I just wanted to let you know I'm not gonna do anything with you tonight". I was aware of that, and I was very upset he was rubbing it in my face. Wes was unavailable, Frank was being this new version of Frank. I decided to call my Stan at work. We talked for a few minutes, then I asked him if he'd like to come play with me when he got off work at 11PM. He said he wanted to sleep. I guess I was noticablly sad, because he changed his mind and decided to go.
Somewhere inbetween there and when he showed up and 12:15AM, I got really really hyper. I was feeling great. We had planned on playing pool, but it was closed. Bingo was closed. The donut Hole was closed. I was beginning to get sadfull---but then--- my Love came throuh for me and found that Krispy Kreme was open. Yay! I had him order for me, 'cause I couldn't make up my mind. He got me a glazed, chocolate covered, creme filled one. I was like WOW. It was so incredablly good. Mmm. We shared it as we rode down the street in his truck. I had to squish the pieces flat so he could eat them with his sore mouth. I had such a good time. We stoped and he got me some milk at a gas station after that. Then we went to the Waffle House and played UNO. Earlier in the evening he bought me ciggerettes and said he wanted to see me smoke one because I occaisonally smoke with Frank. I couldn't smoke with Stan though, I felt retarded. I don't think I'll ever smoke again. I had a chicken breast in Waffle House, and we took turns on the jukebox. It was a great night.
I signed Online wearily hoping that someone out there had sent me a page of mail. I was disappointed to find that once again no one had and my mail still contained the normal 50 trillion promo mails from all of my "free graphic" servers. There was a ton of "loose weight THIS year" stuff. They made me feel a bit lost because THIS year I have vowed to not get caught up in dieting. I walked into the kitchen and happily found my scale read two pounds less then yesterday. That's always nice. Especially when I'm hardly trying.
I got in the shower around quarter to eight. The water felt wonderful against my skin, so I turned it up so hot it steamed and stood face under it. I've been using this coconut smelling shampoo lately. It smells like sun tan lotion. It made me think of the beach and making love. I slipped back on my pajamas. A pair of Stan's old flannel green and blue pants, and a black shirt with a screen of "Paris" on it. My hair looked really long wet. It curled in crinkled ringlets that I encouraged by not brushing. I noticed that my face is starting to break out. Not awfully, but enough for precautions to be made. I tried this "Herbal Essence" face cleanser I got free in the mail. It smelled like Stan. I have to remember to save money for some Juniper Breeze soap before my trip to Tallahassee. The showers in Salley Hall were some of the best times I've ever experienced.
I signed back online after my shower. I was freezing, and wrapped my blankey around me tight. I read "TeenScopes" for 2001. It depressed me a bit, because as an Aries it said that my love life was going to be very weak. The sad part was it said for Stan as a Capricorn, this year he would find true love, that it was his best year for love or something of that sort. I have to remember though, that we have always known Capricorn and Aries were not written in the stars. Afterall, that is how we developed the nicknames-because a compatibility test that said I would spend his money and seem immature to him. I guess I cannot base anything on what a Horoscope I read Online says.
While I was still flipping through the files, I saw Stan walk up to my door in a reflection on my computer screen. It was only 8:13AM. I hadn't expected him until after 9, so I was very happy to have him over. He told me he was in pain, and that his mouth was bleeding again since he just had his stitches removed. I felt really bad for him. I showed him the Teen Scopes first off, and he said it was silly to believe in them or something of the like.
We lyed down in my bed, and spoke of going out to breakfast. We fell asleep for a total of three and a half hours. Waking a few times in between, him saying often that it was a beautiful way to spend time together. We hugged under my blankets. He kept me warm wonderfully and I couldn't stay awake.
At noon when we did wake up, we decided to order pizza from work. Gerald was working and we got a large half "breakfast sausage", green peppers, pepperoni, & onions for Stan, and half Italian sausage, and onions for me. After I put down the phone, I regretted calling in because my love started to get all seductive with me and I had wanted him so badly to want for me.
As I walked into work to pick up our order Cara told me I looked good. I laughed because I hadn't brushed my hair and I had been rolling around in bed all morning. Gerald was upset because Jason didn't show up for work. Therefore he was without a driver. I felt bad for him. He was also out of mushrooms. I walked in the back to check my schedule. I happily found I have Saturday off so I can go to Talle with James that day if I am needed to. Yay.
Back in the truck Stan got onto me for picking toppings off the pizza. That's the kind of thing that really bothers him. He's the type that won't allow food containers to be opened in his truck. I hope that is for his Dad's sake, and not a pet peeve of his own, because I'm pretty used to eating on the go. I wouldn't mind giving that up for him though. At my house we ate in my room. Stan in my green chair, me upon the bed. The pizza was extra cheesy good. I ate three and a half pieces. Stan was slowly working on his due to his mouth trauma. I kept eyeing him very horniful. He didn't really seem to feel my vibe of seduction though. At least not until I pounced on top of him in the chair. Hehe. I guess I won in the end, because I did get him to ly back down with me for a while. He made more enuwindows {<-I have no idea how to spell that} about being a player, or not being serious in his love for me. They made me a little sad, but I divorced the thoughts because I know my sadness over such things only creates anger inside him. I'm trying to learn to except his rather dry humor that comes and goes every so often. I really don't like being the butt of his jokes, or teased about insecurities {such as him leaving me} ---but maybe he is just trying to add humor to them to make it easier. I'm sure that's what it is. Stan is the type of guy that likes things to be pleasant. I don't think he would set out to make me tearful {unless just to see me get jealous for him--- but hey, that happens alllllll the time *smile*}
I walked him out to the living room. He had wrote "I love you" in left over cheese sauce on my arm. As I hugged him it smeared onto him and he reacted by wiping it across my nipple region. I laughed thinking about our peanut butter war. I waved through the door as he rushed away.
I of course found myself back online after he left. I stayed on as I did a few loads of laundry. Then I called Frank. Frank pissed me off a lot, because he told me I make him feel like a taxi. He never wants to do anything anymore. Everytime I say "hey lets go...." he'll reply with "No Jenna, I don't feel like driving". He's really into hanging out with all of his friends from Forensics lately. Most of them are fifteen year old girls. I have a hard time getting along with them. Well, that's okay though because I never get invited out anymore anyways. He said he'd give me a ride to work, but I said I'd rather walk. Then we hung up.
I lyed down for 15mintues before getting dressed. I was pretty upset at the world, but I was trying to get over it. When my alarm went off I changed quickly and left without brushing my hair. The sun was setting on the bay as I walked by the park. It reminded me of loneliness and Justin. Of Courtney Love songs and walking across town because I was afraid to sit still. As I reached the church up on the corner, the water looked bluer and I could focus more on dolphins and dreams and the boat I really want to get one day. I got a little paranoid walking all that way. I tried to keep my mind on things and not walking so it would go by quicker. It was 40 degrees outside. I had a really bad headache by the time I got to the highway. I walked by my old church and longed to go in with God instead of going to work. It would be nice to talk with Paul, and sit in the huge sanctuary up high in the balcony. Crossing the highway took forever, and I was afraid I was going to be late. I went really quick down the hill towards the store. This old man was also walking and when he wasn't frightening me, I felt sorry for him being out in the cold.
I was ten minutes early to work. I went straight to the potty avoiding one person in particular. Inside I brushed my hair and dabbed on a bit of makeup. Then I rushed next door for a cappuccino before I had to clock in. It was sooo yummiful!
The store was so dead again tonight. Wes came in for a while and kept us company. Frank made cinnamon sticks. I worked on the oven for a bit. . . then Frank and I topped two bundles of boxes and left. He drove us to this other store where i hope to get a job. Then he continued to reject doing anything with me, and took me home. I was pretty upset at the change in HIM, but I was very unnoticeable about it I think.
Much later
Stan called earlier and said a simple "I can't talk, but I just wanted to say 'I love you'". I felt so good after that. I was so surprised by the call though, that I couldn't remember if I returned the 'I love you', or just hung up in a daze.
I was feeling really pissy about the entire Frank thing. He had called me a while after Stan did and said "I just wanted to let you know I'm not gonna do anything with you tonight". I was aware of that, and I was very upset he was rubbing it in my face. Wes was unavailable, Frank was being this new version of Frank. I decided to call my Stan at work. We talked for a few minutes, then I asked him if he'd like to come play with me when he got off work at 11PM. He said he wanted to sleep. I guess I was noticablly sad, because he changed his mind and decided to go.
Somewhere inbetween there and when he showed up and 12:15AM, I got really really hyper. I was feeling great. We had planned on playing pool, but it was closed. Bingo was closed. The donut Hole was closed. I was beginning to get sadfull---but then--- my Love came throuh for me and found that Krispy Kreme was open. Yay! I had him order for me, 'cause I couldn't make up my mind. He got me a glazed, chocolate covered, creme filled one. I was like WOW. It was so incredablly good. Mmm. We shared it as we rode down the street in his truck. I had to squish the pieces flat so he could eat them with his sore mouth. I had such a good time. We stoped and he got me some milk at a gas station after that. Then we went to the Waffle House and played UNO. Earlier in the evening he bought me ciggerettes and said he wanted to see me smoke one because I occaisonally smoke with Frank. I couldn't smoke with Stan though, I felt retarded. I don't think I'll ever smoke again. I had a chicken breast in Waffle House, and we took turns on the jukebox. It was a great night.