this is from like, a week ago, but i figured i'll post it anyhow (i write a lot of stuff offline then post it later that night...) so...
quotes: "i wish i was a french pirate!"
"here, i'll recreate the clocking of matt *pulls giant pole out of java house railing*"
"duuuude, that guy has some cool pants... wait, no... that's just a stain."
recent events: went downtown with nic tonight. goodtimes. as usual, we left with *no* plan whatsoever, just sort of cruising along, we just drove downtown for a while, making fun of all the bar whores, and frat boys... then we randomly parked the jeep and continued our excursion on foot. saw andreeeeeea (who i love, like a siser) and Aric (who darts me) and danley (as in, manly danley) we went to the java house, and while we were sitting on this bench drinking our coffee and hot cocoa and whatnot, i'm looking across the street at the atm thing, and this guy walks out, and i'm like "OH my god, that is NOT!" and nic's like "what are you talking about?" and i'm like "i think that's jeff?!" so, it's jeff (remember jeff? from panera? not too bright... but hot, had a nice car, very sweet) and i'm like "*flail* aaaahg" and nic says "so, wanna stalk him?" and we both jumped up and like, speed walked after him. good times. he *so* saw me, made eye contact and like, total shaft *sob* nic says it's because i was with a hot guy (actually, nic said it was just because i was with a guy, i added the hot part *nod*) but, i think it's because... yeah.
then we continued walking about, reveling in the various smells of the bar people. abercrombie cologne and beer... mmmmm. ooh, the beer band was marching around and two of the trumpets tried to play part of 'you can call me al' but failed. nic and i contemplated going and getting our marching band instruments, but i remembered that i don't drink, aand that i always tell nic *not* to drink. so we scratched that plan.
sidenote: i'm not sure why....but, my left hand says "i heart nic, like a sister" *thinks* OH. i wrote "i heart andrea like a sister" and nic didn't read the like a sister part, and wrote his name over andreeeeeeeeea's.
i looked really out of place downtown, jeans and a light blue sweater with a matching hair ribbon... yeeeeah, i look about five years old. alas.
after the downtown adventures we just drove around iowa city, took some detours out into the fog, drove by mr. neuzil's house (we're such nerds, we spend our friday night driving by our close up advisor's house)... randomly toured around, i showed nic where my dad's shop was, and where jed's apartment is... and we vented about parents, and school and all. it was very therapeutic and i feel so much better now than i did yesterday or even earlier today (yesterday was a break down in tears on the way home from rehearsal kind of night... i cried for a good hour...) so, i'm happy now, typing this offline, 1:27am. going to post it tomorrow sometime. or next wednesday, whatever.
i work tomorrow at 11, there's a home game at 12:00. traffic is going to be hell. maybe i'll go out to the mall at 10:00 (when it opens) get my hair cut out there.... then go to work. yeeeah. that way i can avoid some traffic. hopefully. oh, we need to get my phone fixed (again) sometime this weekend. radioshack sucks.
i'm exhausted, gooooodnight.
*megan*
quotes: "i wish i was a french pirate!"
"here, i'll recreate the clocking of matt *pulls giant pole out of java house railing*"
"duuuude, that guy has some cool pants... wait, no... that's just a stain."
recent events: went downtown with nic tonight. goodtimes. as usual, we left with *no* plan whatsoever, just sort of cruising along, we just drove downtown for a while, making fun of all the bar whores, and frat boys... then we randomly parked the jeep and continued our excursion on foot. saw andreeeeeea (who i love, like a siser) and Aric (who darts me) and danley (as in, manly danley) we went to the java house, and while we were sitting on this bench drinking our coffee and hot cocoa and whatnot, i'm looking across the street at the atm thing, and this guy walks out, and i'm like "OH my god, that is NOT!" and nic's like "what are you talking about?" and i'm like "i think that's jeff?!" so, it's jeff (remember jeff? from panera? not too bright... but hot, had a nice car, very sweet) and i'm like "*flail* aaaahg" and nic says "so, wanna stalk him?" and we both jumped up and like, speed walked after him. good times. he *so* saw me, made eye contact and like, total shaft *sob* nic says it's because i was with a hot guy (actually, nic said it was just because i was with a guy, i added the hot part *nod*) but, i think it's because... yeah.
then we continued walking about, reveling in the various smells of the bar people. abercrombie cologne and beer... mmmmm. ooh, the beer band was marching around and two of the trumpets tried to play part of 'you can call me al' but failed. nic and i contemplated going and getting our marching band instruments, but i remembered that i don't drink, aand that i always tell nic *not* to drink. so we scratched that plan.
sidenote: i'm not sure why....but, my left hand says "i heart nic, like a sister" *thinks* OH. i wrote "i heart andrea like a sister" and nic didn't read the like a sister part, and wrote his name over andreeeeeeeeea's.
i looked really out of place downtown, jeans and a light blue sweater with a matching hair ribbon... yeeeeah, i look about five years old. alas.
after the downtown adventures we just drove around iowa city, took some detours out into the fog, drove by mr. neuzil's house (we're such nerds, we spend our friday night driving by our close up advisor's house)... randomly toured around, i showed nic where my dad's shop was, and where jed's apartment is... and we vented about parents, and school and all. it was very therapeutic and i feel so much better now than i did yesterday or even earlier today (yesterday was a break down in tears on the way home from rehearsal kind of night... i cried for a good hour...) so, i'm happy now, typing this offline, 1:27am. going to post it tomorrow sometime. or next wednesday, whatever.
i work tomorrow at 11, there's a home game at 12:00. traffic is going to be hell. maybe i'll go out to the mall at 10:00 (when it opens) get my hair cut out there.... then go to work. yeeeah. that way i can avoid some traffic. hopefully. oh, we need to get my phone fixed (again) sometime this weekend. radioshack sucks.
i'm exhausted, gooooodnight.
*megan*
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