Friday, February 15, 2008

A Year Later...
So, before I begin this, I'd like to say that I realized the perils of posting my complaints about James in here, just because he potentially knows my online alias, and if he ever does a google search, I'm fucked. So, point being, there was a lot more to this post, but I cut it out, and only posted it on my super-secret blog that is a hell of a lot harder to find. (I can't even find it on google, and I know what terms to use.)

But yeah, I felt like letting you know that, even though it's not something you'd be able to ever see.

So, on to the "A Year Later" part:

And look, it's Valentine's Day once again. Only this time without the "Great Disaster." I was smart enough to avoid that embarrassment this year, but I still seem to be going through all the other steps with it. "He won't even look at me" seems to be a theme that rings in my mind, both after V-Day last year, and before & after V-day this year. I'm finding myself depressed/melancholy over the whole thing. Geeze, and I even picked guys that were completely out of my league, both times. X_x;

I thought what I'd do differently this time is actually try to be his friend, but that seems to not be working out well, either, if just for the fact that most of the time when I do see him, he's drinking. Even if he's not and we have time to talk... I've run out of things to talk about. I've gone through major, country, TV shows, music, career plans, and places we've been. Any ideas? >__>;

He's either really dumb, or really shy. (And I'm slightly inclined to think the former. In that case, how he made it to business grad school is beyond me...)

Valentine's Day was really pretty much just like any other day. In other words, it wasn't too miserable, which is find by my standards. =D (To quote my facebook profile, "Roxie hates this fucking holiday.")

I went to the Valentine's day dance, which was pretty cool, once I got VM to dance and we both looked like complete fools. =) That was really fun. I could be myself and not have him judge me, or have either of us care. ^_^

They played Billy Jean, by the way, which will foreverr remind me of the Aya/Ken fanfic in which Ken, Japanese man, sings Billy Jean in English, in a flower shop, dancing with a broom, and making all the MJ moves to go with it (moonwalk!), just to cheer Aya up. The mental image makes me laugh every time.

And btw, not that this is super important, but I went to the pub for the first time last night. I'd like to think it was me, but it might be a product of poor lighting and/or his drunkenness, but a guy thought I was 22! W00t! =P VM and I are currently debating whether or not he's gay. (VM's got really shitty gaydar for being gay, though, so we won't go there.) O.o;