hi ho, it's off to work we go....
Today was my LAST day as "the bird."
Probably the best day too. I got lotsa hugs. Being a host at Red Robin might be the greatest form of birth control, but being the Robin make you want to have kids sooooo much! They are soo cute!
Even the ones that latch on and fallow you around the resterunt!
This little baby girl gave me a hug and refused to let go. Her grandma had to pull her off me, and when I started to walk away, she started to cry. I felt soo bad! She was like, "Birdy!!"
These other kids gave me pictures that they drew of me, and I put them in my shoe. They laughed.
I love little kids.
There's me as a bird... and Josh, who is sooo hot!
This is the conversation that came before this picture:
My Mother: Where's Josh? Is he busy? I want to get a picture of you and Josh...
*Lesley does the Red Robin is embaressed face*
My uncle: Oh look Elva, she's embrassed!
My Mother: Is Josh busy right now
*Lesley nods this dirty birds head "yes"*
My Mother: Oh look, there he is! Lesley, run over to him
For some reason I did, I am AN IDIOT!
I hate mothers, and their need for sentimental (emphasis on the last "mental" part) crap like pictures of their daughter dressed as a gaint red bird while hugging the person they have a crush on... I HATE EVERYONE!!
So I'm sure Josh was not only confused, thinking, "Why is Lesley in the birdsuit asking me to have her picture taken with me?" but also, "Who is that crazy woman with that camera?"
But let's just say if he hates me and this whole , "hm, I think he's ignoreing me" this is actually real, and he decides never to talk to me ever again and blocks my phone number and transfers to the Red Robin in La Jolla for the next two weeks to avoid me like crazy (breathe) at least I have a picture!! muhahahahahahahahahaaha!!!
I'm craaaaaaazzzyy!!
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Insanity is GREAT!
Speaking of La Jolla-- I went shopping today. Somehow my psycotic mother and I wondered into The Gap and low and behold--- They actually had some pretty nice clothes in there. I was shocked! I bought a skirt and two shirts that are very pretty. But of course, no shopping trip of Lesley's is complete without a trip to Express. Which turned out to be a disappointment. There was nothing blue.
I bought a pretty green shirt instead. And some much needed jeans. Yey!
Then my mom left to pick Jewely up- and I went to buy makeup. Spent $100+ dollars on god knows what. Never gone makeup shopping before, it was quiet an adventure.
And of course, by the time I wanted to get home, there was traffic. Because everyone in La Jolla has decided that it would be great fun to drive 30 miles an hour on Genese and Torrey Ridge so they can look at the beach which their houses over look anyways. BOO!
oh yeah, and one last picture:
This is what happens when you take a shower after wear said new makeup. I always thought that looking like the Crept Keeper was totally HOT!
Yes, I'm in a cynical/hype mood right now. It's because I hate you thankyouverymuch.
And by hating you, I mean myself.
I have the feeling that I messed something up dearly between the darling Josh and myself. I only feel this way because he did not call me tonight and that makes me sad when he said he would. He always calls. Even when he was mad about stuff that happened at work and said that it'd be best if we didn't hang out that night-- he called!
So I'm being girly and thinking, What did I do?? What's wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Did I not express my personalitly enough? Was I too weird? Am I too prude? Do I come across too childish? Ahhhh!!!!
Then I start thinking about the assholes with whom I've had the dearest pleasure of dateing this year...
Zac and his, "It's not you- you're perfect.. I don't know how I'll ever get over you if we get any closer" bullshit
and Jas and his male immaturity.
I think of meathead Josh and how I never went out with him-- but GOD! he definitely belongs on this list because he was a pain in my ass.
I really like Josh-- and I know that I'm overracting, I'm not completely serious. It's the late night talking.
I just worry because I'm used to being mistreated, so why should I ever find someone that isn't mistreating me? Why should I ever find someone who really truely loves me they way I have loved someone? Someone who doesn't care about distance, who doesn't worry about his poor heart being broken being he loved too much or his ego being flatened when he's not able to (God forbid) harrass other women in a form of flirtation.
Where are those un-asshole men in the world??
All taken I assume. Or gay. Prince Charming.
And my only last hope is: what if I've found one, and maybe I'm just paranoid.
Probably the best day too. I got lotsa hugs. Being a host at Red Robin might be the greatest form of birth control, but being the Robin make you want to have kids sooooo much! They are soo cute!
Even the ones that latch on and fallow you around the resterunt!
This little baby girl gave me a hug and refused to let go. Her grandma had to pull her off me, and when I started to walk away, she started to cry. I felt soo bad! She was like, "Birdy!!"
These other kids gave me pictures that they drew of me, and I put them in my shoe. They laughed.
I love little kids.
There's me as a bird... and Josh, who is sooo hot!
This is the conversation that came before this picture:
My Mother: Where's Josh? Is he busy? I want to get a picture of you and Josh...
*Lesley does the Red Robin is embaressed face*
My uncle: Oh look Elva, she's embrassed!
My Mother: Is Josh busy right now
*Lesley nods this dirty birds head "yes"*
My Mother: Oh look, there he is! Lesley, run over to him
For some reason I did, I am AN IDIOT!
I hate mothers, and their need for sentimental (emphasis on the last "mental" part) crap like pictures of their daughter dressed as a gaint red bird while hugging the person they have a crush on... I HATE EVERYONE!!
So I'm sure Josh was not only confused, thinking, "Why is Lesley in the birdsuit asking me to have her picture taken with me?" but also, "Who is that crazy woman with that camera?"
But let's just say if he hates me and this whole , "hm, I think he's ignoreing me" this is actually real, and he decides never to talk to me ever again and blocks my phone number and transfers to the Red Robin in La Jolla for the next two weeks to avoid me like crazy (breathe) at least I have a picture!! muhahahahahahahahahaaha!!!
I'm craaaaaaazzzyy!!
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Insanity is GREAT!
Speaking of La Jolla-- I went shopping today. Somehow my psycotic mother and I wondered into The Gap and low and behold--- They actually had some pretty nice clothes in there. I was shocked! I bought a skirt and two shirts that are very pretty. But of course, no shopping trip of Lesley's is complete without a trip to Express. Which turned out to be a disappointment. There was nothing blue.
I bought a pretty green shirt instead. And some much needed jeans. Yey!
Then my mom left to pick Jewely up- and I went to buy makeup. Spent $100+ dollars on god knows what. Never gone makeup shopping before, it was quiet an adventure.
And of course, by the time I wanted to get home, there was traffic. Because everyone in La Jolla has decided that it would be great fun to drive 30 miles an hour on Genese and Torrey Ridge so they can look at the beach which their houses over look anyways. BOO!
oh yeah, and one last picture:
This is what happens when you take a shower after wear said new makeup. I always thought that looking like the Crept Keeper was totally HOT!
Yes, I'm in a cynical/hype mood right now. It's because I hate you thankyouverymuch.
And by hating you, I mean myself.
I have the feeling that I messed something up dearly between the darling Josh and myself. I only feel this way because he did not call me tonight and that makes me sad when he said he would. He always calls. Even when he was mad about stuff that happened at work and said that it'd be best if we didn't hang out that night-- he called!
So I'm being girly and thinking, What did I do?? What's wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Did I not express my personalitly enough? Was I too weird? Am I too prude? Do I come across too childish? Ahhhh!!!!
Then I start thinking about the assholes with whom I've had the dearest pleasure of dateing this year...
Zac and his, "It's not you- you're perfect.. I don't know how I'll ever get over you if we get any closer" bullshit
and Jas and his male immaturity.
I think of meathead Josh and how I never went out with him-- but GOD! he definitely belongs on this list because he was a pain in my ass.
I really like Josh-- and I know that I'm overracting, I'm not completely serious. It's the late night talking.
I just worry because I'm used to being mistreated, so why should I ever find someone that isn't mistreating me? Why should I ever find someone who really truely loves me they way I have loved someone? Someone who doesn't care about distance, who doesn't worry about his poor heart being broken being he loved too much or his ego being flatened when he's not able to (God forbid) harrass other women in a form of flirtation.
Where are those un-asshole men in the world??
All taken I assume. Or gay. Prince Charming.
And my only last hope is: what if I've found one, and maybe I'm just paranoid.