Tuesday, May 25, 2004

   So sorry that it's taken me forever since my last update!!
Okay, okay, okay...so where did I leave off?

Now I am officially graduated! Last Thursday in fact. Got my award money and got the blooming honors stoal that they were trying to cheat me out of saying I wasn't an honors student and all that rot. *grrrr* But yes, I did get to graduate with honors.
Confessor came down all the way from Goose Creek to see me ^_^ *major happy*

After graduation: Hung out with Id and 24 (okay, not his original nickname but I can't remember what it was and I'm changing it to this) and Confessor and his friend until they had to leave at two thirty. Then I just hung out with Id and 24 until about ten til six when the guests started arriving. Holy schmoley and great balls of fire!!! There have never been so many people in my house before...Ever. Ever. So, all these relatives and family friends and neighboors came and it was enjoyable. Some friends of mine who came: F. C. ("because everybody needs a little Foam Castle", her line not mine, darn it), her "brother" N (seperate story about That in a moment), California (a guy), Boy, Pink (according to next door neighboor I was blushing terribly when he walked through the door and I hugged him), B. E. (Beautiful eyes, because he poesses the most Beautiful eyes ever to be blessed upon a human, and I apparently was blushing something terrible when he was here too), Id, 24, Falcon (a guy), Shameless (a guy), and the David Bowie-ite. It was fun and great and I got to eat really good food. ^_^

At about eleven most everybody left. Falcon had to go home so Boy gave him a ride and then came back, California gave Shameless a ride home and came back. So we all decided to pop in YOUNG FRANKENSTIEN and enjoy ourselves for the rest of the night. Seating arrangements: California at chair at computer to left of the television, Guy beside him at the end of couch on the floor near me (to far left of couch in front of telly), N, Bowie-ite, F. C. in a chair to right of telly. Personal note: I have a habit of poking people and hugging people because I like people. My way of flirting involves actually making continious eye contact that does not involve talking and ignoring or saying very little to the person and have a tendancy to blush and say very little (wait, already said that). So I was acting normal for the night *pause* until the movie started. N poked me, so I poked him back several times. Then I made eye contact (completely by accident) and realized that he was flirting with me and that I liked him back and wanted to flirt with him and (praise heaven's the lights were out and only the television screen was on) that I was blushing something terrible. Basically by the end of the night we were holding hands (that is one thing I do Not do, I'm not a "holding hands" kind of person). So I'm basically besotted and am totally crushing over this guy and thinking he at least partially returns the feelings, but the next time I see him (two days later) does he act like he spent any more than an hour or so with me at my house with F. C. for the literary magazine and not at my house flirting with me and showing interest just two nights before? YES! *AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!* Can anyone tell me why?! 'Cause F. C. can't and she certainly thought that he liked me and stuff. All you guys who actually read my page, could you tell me why he is now ignoring me? Why he asked for my e-mail address and hasn't sent an e-mail?

One good thing has come from this confusion, I have written another short story. Sometime in the near future I plan to edit it and revise it and send it off to some magazine to see if I can get it published. First story I've ever written where the main character dies.

Just because I can, this is what N looks like: he's at least a foot taller than I am (I'm 5' 4" exactly, went to the doctor's yesterday, weigh 121 lbs...perfectly average), without his glasses on his face looks like Matt Daemon (I did not notice this, the Bowie-ite had to point this out to me), his eyes are the color of coffee with hazelnut flavoring and when the light catches them they turn to dark cidar, his lips are the cherry wine stain upon the fourth hand coffee table that is thrown from the antique hurrican lamp beside it, his teeth are glistening, and his hands are a drummers. *sigh*

Apparently I blush a lot. I just finished reading some comments and I felt my face burn. *tah*

Anyways, my posts will be random now that I'm not in school and at my home computer because we have dial-up and I'm only allowed to get on at night.

Off to read y'all's updates now.
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