03-10-04

Bullets

exhausted…a run down of my day…in bullet form, thats all my energy allows for.

* current: convo avec samira:

samirakhan1111: and im not a nympho

samirakhan1111: i just really really like sex

samirakhan1111: i think you are brushing off on me

* i have come to the conclusion that NOBODY should have to see 6:30 AMin the position one finds oneself in when the eyelids are in the open position.

* internship meeting @ 8:30, love it there. “work hard, play hard.” apparently the networking sessions consist of beer and barbeques on the veranda. And a bunch of businesses are multimedia. Yay! Lunch next friday with the boss.

* La Strada @ 10:00 to 2:30, ouch. My feet hurt but everyone seems nice, sigh*. Back again tomorrow.

*Starbucks @ 2:30 to 5:00. Got my project done for class. yay again.

* 5:00 ran into devil boy on Lazarus corner. yay.

* 5:30, found out scott from philly says our relationship is not a game, apparently he is really serious about me. Sucks, but he hasn’t even met me in person, how can he like me like that?

* 6:00 class, picked on pug guy, he liked it. Apparently he wears heels too. started to dooze off around 7 so i came home…

* 8:30, sleep. gorgeous, glorious sleep…. forgot to call scott, clinton and matt…sorry guys :( don’t hate me.

03-06-04

To The Devil And Back

An alarm rips through the quiet darkness of my sleep. As reality grows stronger I realize it is my phone ringing, daylight meets me at the borders of consciousness and i reach for my phone. I am waiting for a few calls back from potential employers, so before I could even process that no potential employers would be calling at nine o’clock on a Saturday, I chirp out a hello in my most pleasant, I’ve-been-awake-for-hours voice. It was Mr. use-to-be-perfect-till-i-acted-like-i-was-five-so-now-i-am-back-to-just-being-devil-boy, AKA devil boy. What the hell are you doing calling me at nine on a Saturday devil boy, Christ!

Standing me up…again. “I am not going to make it tonight,” for fucks sake devil boy! “but…. I was wondering if it would be alright if I came and got you this afternoon.” Here I am, sitting 45 minutes on the other side of Pittsburgh at my mother’s house. Pointing this out he said he knew and he still wanted to come get me. “um, sure?” I answer. So we make arrangements and I hang up. Here’s where my sleepiness is replaced with anxiety… No, no. No, no. This is not right, if devil boy comes here, he’d have to meet my mom. I call devil boy back and see if he wanted to meet me at a landmark near the turnpike, he might get lost otherwise. No, he said he’d find the house alright.

Why, after three weeks of knowing someone, would anyone in their right mind put themselves in a position that they would have to meet the parents? You just don’t do that unless you are a masochist, but then again, even I wouldn’t do that. But then I realized he was making a three hour round trip to come see me and I started to smile. So he met my mom, my brother and the fluffy-poofay one and still talks to me…after of course I helped him over the experience by playing counselor. He said he felt like he was 16 again. At one point I swear I could have actually cut the tension with a knife when my mother proceeded to ask why he traveled an hour and a half to come there…in a panic I laughed “guilt,” he agreed and my mom bitched me out later that night for not giving her the opportunity to psycho-analyze the boy. I told her I was no longer twelve, everyone was psychotic and why question motives with an ass like that.

And despite another episode of pollock induced chaos (“i drive better backwards,” he said as he threw the car into reverse on the on ramp, “i’m polish.”) i think the green eyed one is making the trek back towards Mr. Perfect…and i am making the trek to another drink, b/c i just don’t want to think about it

03-04-04

artificial intelligence

Met Clinton, a computer geek/artsy guy at starbucks today. He showed me some of his work, taught me about greek battle tactics (sigh*), talked about philosophy and all sorts of stuff. Omgosh, it was so nice to meet someone in Pittsburgh who could talk about something other than themselves. I was beginning to think everyone was happy and nice but walked around bumping into eachother because their heads were too far up their asses to see anyone on the horizon. I was wrong.

Speaking of being wrong, pug guy had the audacity to come to my apartment today, i was being a smart ass to him in class today. Silly pug guy, he left in five minutes :).