Is There Anyone I DON'T Think Is Cute?
August 19, 2003 ... 2:43 p.m.
Okay! Who wants to see my brother?? Cliquez ici.
Okay. The jig is up. His name is James.
And see behind the wood chair? The first 75 Elvis vinyls I own.
“Mom” entered to win a contest. And won.
The Emotionally Traumatizing Morning DJs who don’t know The Kickovers came up with a contest loosely based on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Extremely loose. It was called “Waiver Eye for the School Supplies”. Clever, non? Anyway, the djs have this guy--Johnny Waiver--and I think he’s an assistant producer but don’t quote me. The djs make him do all kinds of crap. Once, for tickets to something, they made him go to a park with several cans of mixed fruit. Contestants would come up, shake Johnny’s hand and dump the fruit down his shorts and he would wiggle around and see what fruit came out (like a human slot machine).
People, this is Iowa. We don’t have professional sports.
Right. Waiver Eye. Johnny (no, Johnny Waiver is not his real name) went to Staples and bought 5 complete sets of school supplies and 5 backpacks that they had embroidered with the “Z” logo. People had to email Johnny or the morning djs to be entered. Le Prince won. Johnny and Rebecca came to our house and dropped it off.
Let me just say...
Rebecca? So cool. And I love her hair.
Johnny? Absolutely adorable (the photos on that site do him no kind of justice. at all.). So nice.
Also, I just realized Johnny is my CRD! Maybe I shouldn’t have stopped listening to the radio for so long.
Johnny and Rebecca kept talking about how he can’t wait to have kids so he can buy them school supplies, while he was going through and showing us the stuff he bought and he did a great job, bought the good stuff. I didn’t say anything, but I was like dude, when you have kids? Brand name Kleenex and “Elite” notebooks? Not so much.
But he’s cute so I’ll let him slide. This time.
B+. B flippin’ +. Because I missed one day. And, of course, Kirkwood doesn’t do +/-. So I’ll have a dang “B” on my transcript.
“B” isn’t so bad and I can hear y’all telling me to shut up. It’s just that I wanted an “A” so badly and I think I earned one. I really do. I missed the one day which brought me down but I don’t think that should weigh so heavily, because I knew my stuff. But, you know, whatever.
I’m going to look into taking CLEP tests for other things, like Agrarian History (up to the Civil War) and Literature.
Last night, the gang all went out to...uh...where the heck did we go? Some bar in Anamosa. (yeah, yeah...Monday night and we were in a bar--sue me) Or Olin. No, wait--Hale, maybe.
You’re probably not from Iowa, but those three towns are all smaller farm towns. And, when they’re mentioned, Olin and Anamosa are treated as one town. Olin-Anamosa. And I’m willing to bet that many Iowans have no clue where Hale is.
Anyway, Jens and Wanda announced that, after Christmas, they’re moving. To Alaska. Jobs or some such crap. Pinball looked positively crushed. I won’t be surprised if he follows them to the land of the midnight sun. Jens is pretty excited and so does Wanda. So, I guess I should be happy for them.
And I kind of am. It’s just that all my friends are leaving me. *sniffle* Oscar’s overseas, Jens is going to Alaska, Cara is in Kentucky, Pinball...well, he’s here but he and Jens are hetero life partners. Their moms were best friends and the boys have never lived more than a half-mile apart. They moved here from NC when they started college. It’s co-dependency at it’s highest levels. I’m 99% sure he’s headed to Alaska.
So, I’ve got Robin. And Cari. Oh, and Ethan the Wonderful.
I need new friends.
ANYWAY, we went out to some clubs/bars after the Big Announcement. I was just sitting in the booth (it was my turn, in this town of 18 people, to watch the purses while they danced) and I realized that, while I love these people, we were so different. Also, that I don’t like country music. Which is neither here nor there, but I don’t.
I just wanted to be somewhere else, doing something else. I wasn’t having a bad time. It was almost a little jolt, suddenly thinking/realizing “This is not what I want.”
Which helps me narrow things down. I have no idea what I want, but I’m beginning to learn what I don’t want.
I’m 26. You might think I’d have figured it out by now. Of course, you would be wrong.
Some moron just IM’d me asking something about American Idol. I told him I’ve never seen it (which is true). And then he asked me if I thought that Justin Timberlake and Christina Aguilera were having sex.
What? What about my screen name made him think I would care?
People. Gah.
I had an appointment with the nice counselor (as opposed to the Counselor of Doom) this morning. I cut it pretty close. I’m taking French, Chemistry, Chem Lab and Intermediate Algebra. Algebra was wide open. As I type, there is 1 openings in Chem Lab and 2 each in French and Chem.
Maybe I should register earlier. I just wanted to wait for my History grade to be sent in. Oh, well. Int. Algebra is guided self study. Chem and Chem Lab are at night and French is in the afternoon.
I still suck at scheduling.
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