Chan Ming

Well, I keep wondering about that now.  Yesterday, I had one of the best times of my life with a person that I’m blessed to know.  I met him when I was 14 and he was 17 in high school… we took Computer Applications together, and me, him, and Emily all were close friends that sat together in Mrs. Tyson’s class to talk.  He graduated, being noted as “Friendliest” of his class in the yearbook, and went about his way, moving to Florida for a while.  I didn’t see him for 3 years.

Well, last month, I was painting kids’ faces at the Goat-a-rama (weird festival, I know) when I saw him.  The first thing I noticed was how grown up he was, his goatee and moustache, his attire, his voice… but other than that, nothing had changed with him.  He was very busy… so was I.  Kids were coming to me right and left, but when I told Patsy to watch my stuff, I finally was able to have a word with him, ask him how he’d been… then I had to run back over to my booth.  He was giving lectures in the meeting room, but before he left, he came over to my booth, picked up my phone, and put his email address in it.

I emailed him a day or so later and gave him my phone number so we could get together and catch up since it’d been so long.  Well, we set up a date to go out… which was yesterday, Saturday the 3rd.  It was one of the most wonderful days of my life.

He picked me up outside my store around 11:30.  I remember getting tense when I pulled up at 11:32 because of my OCD about being on time.  Luckily he wasn’t there yet, so I calmed down and called Chuck-a-luck to tell him I was leaving my car there and just to talk for shits n giggles.  Sheldon rolled up a few minutes later, 7 I believe, in his nice blue Impala.  I gathered up my things and got out and into his car.  I wore my black suit pants and my sleeveless green, white, and black swirl top with the black woven belt waist and my Armani Exchange shades.  I was trying to look good for him.  As I stepped in the car, he told me that I looked beautiful.   We drove off to Milledgeville just talking about stuff before we got lost and had to call one of his buddies to tell us how to get to Kuroshima, since Little Tokyo was closed.  We got there and sat at the bar, and we both got soup, sushi, and shrimp and squid with rice.  It was very nice.  I sneaked a peek at the tab and it was over $30… he refused to let me pay.  I was like, wow… I’m so used to picking up the tab for the guys I’ve seen in the past.  And none of them ever opened doors for me, called me honey, or pulled my chair out for me.  It was an amazing lunch.

We hadn’t planned what we were going to do afterwards, so he asked me what I wanted to do.  I needed a new pair of jeans, so I asked him if he wanted to swing by the mall, and he told me that this was my day.  Another wow.  He’s amazing to me.  We went there, walked around the stores… I saw Jami in Rue21, so we walked in… she saw me but didn’t say anything to me.  Haha.  Bitch. 

We went to Starbucks and both ordered mochas on ice and went to the river where we’d seen lots of cars before.  We drove down and saw a wind boat with a huge fan on the back get pushed into the water and take off… really fast.  It was really cool.  It turns out it was the grand opening of a new mile and a half long trail down there and we met a 13WMAZ cameraman and chatted with him.  It was really neat.  We stood on one of the little docks and talked, laughed, and walked hand in hand down the trail a little ways, remarking on the beauty of Georgia’s woods and laughing about fishing stories and milk cartons hitting him in the head.

After that, we drove back up to Goody’s and looked at my prom pictures I had brought with me.   When I had to leave, I thanked him for the wonderful time he’d shared with me and kissed him on the cheek.  I felt like I was glowing the rest of the day.  I think this is what it’s supposed to be like when you find someone really, truly special.

So back to my topic…  does fate exist?  He could have easily been just a memory of high school in my life… but for some reason, we met again and something like this happened.  I’ve always been a believer in the mere coincidence…  but whatever the case, I’m glad that we crossed paths again.  I’m glad I moved from Florida to Georgia, and I’m glad that he moved back from Florida to Georgia and we ended up in the same place.  It’s almost as if it were meant to be.  Though, I only wish we had started this whole dating thing a lot sooner… I’m not sure if there’s anyone like him in this world.  He’s such a great guy.

It’s been so long since I last posted… let’s see.  Went out with Mike, got left by Mike, whatever.  Now to the present since I last posted.

Last interesting thing to happen was New Years Eve…  it was very… interesting.  Me and Joel went to Subway for lunch on my break and he ate the nastiest damn sub ever… (roast beef, pepperonis, mustard, mayo, salt, pepper, and an assload of pickles.  gross.)  When I got off at four, I picked him up and  we went to Wal-Mart for our beer run.  I met his girlfriend Katie (sweet girl, but I’m very jealous of her) and we all got a cart and just started loading it up with alcohol.  The cashier wished us a happy new year and I said “Very happy new year!”  She looked at me funny.

We went out to some guy’s house, got our beer pong table, and then went back to Joel’s and started drinking and playing beer pong… more people started showing up.  After a while, I got fucked up drunk (I think the 3 shots of vodka + beer did it) and we went out to Steven’s house, which ended up being changed to a trailer with junk in it out in the woods somewhere past War-town.  I was so fucked up that I let Joel drive my car and we stopped at a liquor store, where Niesha called me and I can’t remember my conversation with her, but it involved a lot of yelling “NIEEEEESHAAAAAAAAAAAA!  I’m so drunk.  Hi.” among other things.  KT was in the backseat bumming cigarettes off of me.  Hah.

When we got to where we were going, we played some more beer pong and KT took pictures.  Me and Katie had a heart to heart, and everyone got fuuucked up.  Me especially.  Then Joel asked me if I’d have a three-way with him… and being my drunk ass, I was like “Yeah!” because all I was thinking about was Joel and xxx action.  Never happened, but it would have been… interesting.  Joel, his frau, and his best friend… very interesting.  Me and Katie were playing beer pong and pretty much failing at sobriety when I had to throw up… then it was time to go.  I then somehow busted my forehead open (I think trying to pick up beer when Joel said he was taking us home) and we finally got in my car and left.  We got back at exactly 12:00, when I grabbed Joel by the arm and we kissed.  It was hot.    Katie was passed out in the backseat.

Pure excellence.  The rest wasn’t exciting.  I had to go to work the next morning at 10.  I didn’t get any sleep because it was so fucking cold.  I was one hungover biatch at work, and Leslie thought it was hilarious.

Then at some point in time, dad discovered that someone had hit and dented my car at some point.  I still don’t know if Joel did something crazy when he was driving it, but I’m going to assume someone hit it in a parking lot.  Sucks.

But what sucks the most is this.  I went to pick Emily up from drama nerd-dom (practice) when I suddenly remembered that I had to go drop Joel’s alcohol off at his house.  So I went over to his house and stuck his vodka in the fridge, and went back and parked at the school in the donut.  When people started coming out of the school, I tried to move my car… and it wouldn’t start.  Jeffrey and Brian tried to jump it off, but no response.  The oil was checked, it was good…  ended up having to call Rev. Dunn and my dad and mom to come… then we had to have it towed to Northlake.  $50.  Went home, freaking out… skipped school today, found out that Northlake didn’t know what was wrong with my car.  Nice.  Had to have it towed to the dealership for another $50.  Left it there, and come to find out… the gas pump is fucked up, which is inside the gas tank, which has to be taken out and all…  should cost around $550.  Nice.  I have about $300 in my bank account.    I’m just going to have to see how it goes …

Sucks.

Howdy.  So Mare had a sort of secret invitation-only Halloween party Saturday night (the 20th) and I went as a devil.  Har har.  It was really fun.  I hadn’t had a chance to actually dress up in years.  I picked Olivia up and took her to the party (she was a “football player”, meaning she threw on a jersey and khakis) where we all stood and talked for a while.  Then we played some games… one of which was miniature pumpkin passing where you had to pass the pumpkin down the line without touching it with anything but your chin.  It seriously looked like everyone was making out.  Me and Tito had it down.  I told Scotty, “Just so you know, I kiss to the right.” and he was like “Oh really?” and I winked at him.  haha.  Our line ended up dropping the damn thing after I fished it out of a bush and it was hilarious.

Then we ended up mummifying/TPing people, which also proved to be interesting.  In my 4 inch hooker stilettos.  Oh yeah, not to mention me trying to do Soulja Boy in such shoes.  It was very interesting to say the least.  I looked more like I was trying to crank a lawnmower.

We did some other stuff, like going on a hayride and taking random pics.  The hayride was cold, me and Laura were about to freeze.  We drove through this random hayfield and Selby’s mom and dad jumped out screaming with a chainsaw.  I think Scotty nearly poo’d his pants.  It was hilarious.

Today I chilled at school and demolished a gooey bar cake pan thing that Elizzle baked me.  Oh god it was so good.  Me, Lauren, and Bekah went to the movies to see Mr. Woodcock… we were the only people there, so it was fun and crazy.  Joseph, Hairy man, and Jessica were working so it was just gangsta all the way through.  Good times.

My birthday’s Wednesday…  I’m excited.  I hope I have a good one this year.

Synesthesia is an extremely rare, extraordinary sensory condition in which people experience senses differently than regular people.  For example, people with synesthesia can sometimes hear, smell, taste, and experience pain in color.  Other people can taste shapes or see digits in color, depending on what variation of synesthesia they experience.  The most common type of synesthesia is “colored hearing”. An example of one variation of synesthesia is called conceptual synesthesia; people who experience this phenomenon see abstract concepts, such as math and time, as shapes, such as triangles and squares.  Approximately one out of two thousand people are synesthetes, but shockingly, one out of every 300 people are believed to have some form of synesthesia.

Scientists today stress that synesthesia is not a result of any hallucinogenic medications or illicit drugs, but a byproduct of the workings in the mind.  There are, however, many different theories on what causes such a wondrous phenomenon.  A century ago, it was thought that “crossed wires” in the brain were responsible.  However, in 1975, Larry Marks proposed that synesthesia was caused by a flaw in the limbic system of the brain, the region that is responsible for higher order thinking.  Later, in 1987, a team of researchers, Baron and Cohen, theorized that the condition comes from an overabundance of neural connections in the brain. To test this, they created an experiment in which they used 100 words and asked people to identify the color that came to mind at any given word.  The experiment had two groups–one group of synesthetes, and another group of non-synesthetes.  The group of synesthetes had a 90% accuracy rate amongst themselves, while the group of regular people had only a 20% consistency amongst themselves.

Daphne Maurer, Ph.D., however, believes that we are all born experiencing synesthesia, and that as we grow, we lose the brain connections that make such a condition possible.  She believes that synesthetes are those who do not lose such connections in the brain as they mature, and that the condition may be fixed with surgery.  Another expert, Großenbacher, does not agree with any of the offered theories.  He believes that the connections in the brain may “feed backwards” and become jumbled.  And also, at the raise of an eyebrow or two, he suggests that the same effect is achieved through the use of hallucinogenic drugs.

Whatever the case, Dr. Dixon, another expert in the field, believes that synesthetic perception interferes with physical stimuli perception.  That fact highlights the study of cognition; he wonders if there is a single gene that can contribute to synesthesia.  The idea that a single mutated gene can cause an alteration of perception is interesting.  Dr. Dixon also believes that it is important to invest time and money studying synesthesia so that people who have the disorder are not mistakenly labeled as “mentally ill”.

Short, painfully mediocre essay I wrote for class.  I don’t have my cites atm but I will put them on here.  I thought the subject was particularly interesting myself, u?

Wow… Saturday… what a night.  Probably the most fun I have ever had in one night.

About 50 people showed up… I went to work and then left and got to the party around like 5…  helped fix everything up and all.  I got so fucked up that I can’t even remember all the stuff that happened but I do have lots of pictures on facebook of the events.

In no particular order:  Went swimming in my new tankini… met Laila and became close with her, Heather, and Laura…  told Powell he looked real sexy in that hula grass skirt (which Lindsey later said I was all over him, but I wasn’t) … watched Lindsey get shitfaced after like 3 drinks and act slutty…  took care of Heather pukin…  ate lots of cheese and fruit and chicken wings…  tried to keep a tally on my arm with a sharpie and lost count at 7 jello shots, 3 smirnoffs, and 4 punches …  I took like 3 shots, 1 royal and 2 of … god knows what.  Petron I think.

I bonded with a lot of peoples and had the most rad time.  Passed out beside Laila at like 2 in the morning and we all woke up at 7.  Then me, Laila, Nicole, Heather, and  Laura went to Waffle house at like 8 in our PJs haha.  Brought Brianna back some fries and a burger…  Hung out there for a while and watched movies and swam n shit.  Smoked reafer with Ally, Randall, and Ryan for the first time at the shop…  drank some more…

that’s basically all I can remember at the moment.  The pics say it all.  Oh and Brian, Trae, and Smith came over for like 20 minutes and didn’t really talk to me.  I guess that’s for the better since I didn’t want any drama.  I met Jess but was too drunk to tlak to him… gay.  I hope Ally hooks me up.  For reals.

Anyway it’s fuckin 11:10 and I’m off to bed.  I’m so tired.

…but I feel like someone bitchslapped me with a concrete slab.

i’m sad because i can’t talk to my friends, so im hanging around online… i have a white wrap i have to put a pack of ice in and wrap around my head to look like a terrorist every 30 minutes … i look like an ice pack terrorist on crack.

Fuck lumberjacks.

Ok so last Saturday … I was at work, and I was supposed to get out at 9 to head over to Trae’s for a party which everyone was gonna get fucked up at.  When I went into the break room, I saw that Brian had texted me and was like “whats up”.  So I called him back and told him I was at work and if he wanted to talk to me, come visit me.  He did, and we talked for nearly an hour.  I found out from him that Trae has a new woman.  He told me that she looked and talked all manly and I tried not to look pissed.

Motherfucker’d been two-timing me!  But it did explain his weird-as behaviour…

Anyway after Brian left, Elizabeth C. texted me and I found out that Trae had called off the party at the last fucking minute to fuck his lumberjack security-guard chick who probably wrestles drunk men for a living.  It’s not like he’s ashamed to just go into another room.  :/  Or fuck in front of people.  Or at least, attempt to.  That made me so mad though.  I tried calling Brian but he couldn’t answer because he was working late at Wal-Mart, so I went by after chillin with homies Doohickey and Leslie at Goodys, but I still couldn’t find him.  Not wanting to appear stalkerish, I went on home and he called me there.

We met up at his mom’s shop (All Styles) and chilled.  Then we went to Waffle House at around midnight and I saw Brian Duckworth and what appeared to be his mom.  Brian spoke to me and then his mom? was like, “Hey there big-haired boy, you not gonna say nothin?”  And Brian was like “oh hi” and when they left I said, “I hope you knew that woman.” and he was like “No haha”.  Rad.

I couldn’t believe it, but, he paid for my food.  It was awesome, and very sweet.  He tried to get me to order more (I just felt like hash browns and a sweet tea) but I didn’t want to make him pay a lot.  It was very nice of him.   Later we went back to the shop and watched funny vids on Youtube, laughing and having fun.  He opened doors for me, which was something Trae friggin never did.  It was a pleasant change.

I felt kinda ill from being fucked up, and he had to get home because he had to get up early to go to work, but he told me to get on yahoo messenger and gave me his screenname.  When I got home around 1 and got on, he was talking and told me that I was really pretty.  It made my day worth it.

Yaaaay.

I want to write a lot, but since I just wrote a big-ass thesis, I’m not going to.
This is the day Lena was supposed to be in S-ville…  I emailed her my number and told her to call me when she got in town, but she never did…  I was SO excited about seeing her, but maybe she didn’t even come down today.  I’ve missed her so much.  I can meet her in Milledgeville at another time, but it’d just be that much more difficult since she doesn’t know her way around America that well.  Maybe she’ll abduct me and take me back to Germany with her.  That’d be nice.

My health isn’t too good… I’m still bleeding, and I almost threw up a while ago, and I feel really weak.  I shouldn’t have gone to work today, but I did.  If I hadn’t, they would have been screwed.

I’ve had it with my dad.  It’s gotten so bad, that even his small naggings send me into explosions.  The other night when I was sitting on the bed reading this book I have to read for Mrs. Bo-Bo’s class, he came and used the bathroom next to my room.  When he came out he peered into my room and said, “You need to put the toilet paper on the roller!” and just started ranting about it.  I looked up at him and said, “You just used the bathroom.  Why couldn’t YOU put it back on there?”  He nutted up and started yelling, “No!  Shut up!  I want YOU to put it back on there!” and just started ranting.  I started to ignore him but in reality, if I would have had a knife or something, I would have thrown it at him.

He made me answer him “Sure.” and as soon as he left the house, I just … nutted up.  I screamed, threw the book against the wall, and put the fucking roll on the roller.  Who does that make sorrier, him not putting it on there after he used it, or me just forgetting to put it on?  I’m sorry, but if YOU were wiping blood out of your body in horrible pain every hour, I think putting the roll on the roller would be pretty far down on your list of things to worry about.  It’s ridiculous.  Yelling over toilet paper.  This is what he’s descended to.  It’s sad.

And what really and truly killed me was mom, standing there, staring at me.  She knows.  All she said was, “Don’t cry.  It’ll be ok.  One day he’ll drop dead and we won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Just to hear a woman, (much less your mother) say that about her husband… there’s just something very demoralizing and defeating about that.  Of all people, her.  It’s sad.  It’s just a very sad situation.  I feel (and I know what I have to do, and I do intend to do it) horrible for leaving her to live alone with him while I go off to college.

Everything’s just so shitty now.  I have all this AP work to catch up on.  I haven’t been able to do the things I’ve wanted to.  I did get back my senior pictures yesterday and most of them turned out good, but my package costs over $400.  I only make $200 every two weeks on a good paycheck, half of it goes in the bank for car insurance/flat tire protection/slack, to be saved.  I only have $100 spending money for two weeks, and that includes what I’ll have to pay for gas and food … phone minutes… everything.  Where the hell am I going to scrounge up $400?  I can’t ask dad for it.  Mom doesn’t have any money.  It’s sad.

That’s all I feel like writing.  Until next time.

I’ve had the most horrible week ever…

First I see that TJ’s relationship went down the drain… and I felt horrible for her because I thought everything was good between them.  Second, I wake up on Sunday in the most unpleasant of situations… lying in a puddle of blood in the bed, like some sort of nightmare.  I didn’t want to believe it, but it was confirmed that I’d lost my 11 week old baby… and now I just can’t forgive myself for not checking up on it sooner.  They said it was only a 5% chance of this happening.  I might have even been able to hear its heartbeat before it died…

I’m just crushed.  Not only with that, but Trae, who I had just worked up the guts to inform about the child, has decided to leave town without bothering to inform me.  I knocked on his door today and no one was home, and the idiot forgot to re-add minutes to his phone.  I don’t have a way of getting in touch with him to inform him that his child he seemed so happy about is dead and that I’m stuck at home unable to go to work.  Real nice of him.  I’m absolutely disgusted at the situation and his inability to take anything seriously.

I don’t think things can get any worse, so maybe they’ll get better.  How fallacious.  Talking about all my drama has made me feel a bit better the past couple of days, but now I just feel pretty ill. 

Fuck you, life.  You are an evil bitch.

C-money. says:
i can only imagine what’d happen if it got in my eye
  C-money. says:
I’d be thrashing about killing people in my way to get to the nearest faucet
Roger says:
oh yeah, they say in the eye it stings like hell!
  C-money. says:
yelling obscenities
Roger says:
lol
C-money. says:
not unlike me last week with shampoo in my eye

I’ve been meaning to update but I keep forgetting or am too tired to.  Went to get my schedule changed a few days ago, waited an hour, they couldn’t change it, so i went to Trae’s and made him roll over and went back to sleep with him for literally a few minutes until his hands began to grope around suspiciously to my chest.  Dumb poo.  I was sleepy too.

C-money. says:
imagine two straightjacket-clad crazies attracted to one another trying to get into each others’ pants
  C-money. says:
now THAT’s funny

And so I’ve been procrastinating and doing summer work.  That’s about it.  Lena is supposed to be coming back home soon, and I emailed her and asked her what day but she hasn’t replied.  More on that later.

Yeah baby!Well, I’ll start from yesterday. I didn’t do much, just went over to the Goober’s and hung out with Nick and Emily. Nick is my sexy baby. Observe:

I went to work afterwards… I didn’t know it until this morning, but Trae walked in while I had gone to the stockroom to clock out and left before I could get back onto the floor. Miranda came up to me this morning as was like, “So how was your hookup?” I was like, “What?” She looked at me and said, “Your man came in here last night looking for you, and you left shortly after he did. I figured ya’ll were off to hook up.”

So today after I got off of work… 5 hours of doing mainly nothing except freight and goofing off… I grabbed a drink from Wal-Mart and headed over to Trae’s house. I wasn’t expecting much; I didn’t even know if he’d be home. I was just planning on going over there and telling him that someone told me he’d come to work last night looking for me. So when I knocked on the door he was glad to see me. I asked him and he said, “Yeah, I just came by to see if you’re ok, I haven’t seen you in forever.” I made him admit that he missed me. Booyah. I learned that he has a job at an … adult store … and his motorcycle has been fixed.  He was being a little mean, tickling me a lot.  But I think it was just so he could see me smile… right before hitting him in the nads.

So we watched TV for a bit and talked, and he put in a DVD (Perfect Blue) and we watched that on and off… first he wanted to sit beside me on the sofa, then he wanted to lay his legs across my lap, and then he wanted to lay behind me, wrapped his arms around me … Then he stopped watching TV and just flat out began smoochin on me.

We were on the sofa in front of the open window making out, then he began manhandling my boobehs. I’m not sure if my right one has a bruise or a hickey, but it’s pretty red. lol. I’m so shameless. Well, of course, one thing does lead to another when he got on top of me. HOT~! Would’ve been better if I didn’t have to friggin pee so much. Arrgh.

I uh, now have a lovely red mark below my collarbone to display to the world with just about any sort of shirt I wear. I wonder how my mother couldn’t have noticed it with this low-cut work shirt. haha. Well, I managed to talk to him seriously at some point and told him. Luckily for me, he didn’t freak out about anything and actually was pretty decent about it. Good for me.

So I’m wondering where this is going to take me … again. Hopefully something for the better. With xxx. Better be with xxx. Or I might just have to strap him down to something. :O

Well yesterday me and Taye went and had lunch together at Maricelas and caught up … I hadn’t seen her since graduation. It was good to be able to go and spend time with her.

We went shopping at Wal-Mart mainly because we were bored and took weird pictures at random moments wearing odd hats. It was grand. Later we went to her house and chilled out there taking even more rad pics.

Today I went to work… fooled around for the most part… got off at 5. Fun. Going shopping with mom tomorrow so hopefully that’ll be good.

Mmkay, so I didn’t go on a date with Josh on account of some things I heard about him from my brother involving STDs. Josh, of course, denied it, but these days, you can never be too careful. As for right now I’m just going to see if he can deal with just being friends. If he just wants a piece of ass, he won’t call anymore. Now we’ll see his true intentions.

I haven’t done much stuff lately. Been bored mainly, and working. Goody’s fails at radness. I’ve noticed I’ve been spending a lot of time on the internet lately. It’s a bad habit that I need to break. :/ I need to spend my time doing other stuff more worthwhile.

Let’s see… *pulls out calendar*  It’s been 8 weeks.  I’m still not sure of what I’m going to do to handle this situation…  he still doesn’t know.  I’m going to have to act pretty fast and overcome my indecisiveness if I want to get through this.  Sucks.

Anyway I’m just going to hope that tomorrow is a better day.  Today sure was boring as fuck.  I gotta send off Dustin’s b-day card… foo is getting old.  <3 Dusty though.

C-money is now out for the night.

So, recap:  The CVS guy, Josh Durden, has been calling me the past few days and we’ve been talking and all that stuff.  He’s going to take me out on a date soon so it’s all good in the hood.  He came and saw me at work yesterday and unfortunately Julie was there so he had to leave pretty quick, God forbid I waste 2 seconds doing HER work and not even being able to get to mine.  Anyway.

Today was mine and mom’s shopping day, yay.  I bought this really hot bra at Catos and a could of awesome rings (one for me and one for mom).  Went by Shoe Show and tried on killer pumps.  Ran errands.  Pulled a bigass 209 dolla paycheck (yeahyuh!).  Went by Goodys and braved Julie, got jewelry and my green swirl top with the faux leather belt I’d been wanting for so long.  Other stuff.  Rad.

The strange occurence happened before all of this.  And I’m too lazy to retell the story, so I’m going to paste the IM I sent to Jason onto here.

C-$ says:
well, today me and my mom went to the next town to pick up bags of goat feed and we went to the store that we always do and they load it in the trunk of my mom’s quite large car
C-$ says:
i have to drive her around because of her medicine so I’m sitting in the car, calling my goober friend and waking her up since i’m about 3 minutes from her house, when the black guy comes out and loads the feed into the trunk
C-$ says:
he can’t fit all the bags in the trunk, so he puts the last one in the back seat
C-$ says:
while i’m talking to gooba, he leans in and looks at me and says
C-$ says:
“Where’s your boyfriend?”  And I look at him and I’m like, “Umm… at home.”  Then he asks, “You talkin to him on the phone?”  And I look at the guy again and he looks like he’s in his mid-late 30s and is quite ugly, so to try to get him to go away, I’m like “Yeah”
C-$ says:
then Goober says something really loud and he can tell it’s a chick I’m talking to, so I’m like “Just kidding, he’s probably asleep right now.”
C-$ says:
and then he’s like “Can I get your phone number?”  And I’m like “No, I’m taken, sorry.”  And he says, “Can I give you mine?”  and I’m like “Sorry, not interested.”  And this other guy is standing about 10 feet away laughing at him and my mom’s kinda glaring at this weird black man hitting on her daughter
C-$ says:
and then the guy’s like, “Can I at least see what you look like under them glasses?”  So I’m like “fine” and take off my glasses, and he makes a random exclamation and closes the door
C-$ says:
it was weird

I think that about sums it up.  lol

I’m fuckin tired.  Haha.  I worked 11-8:15.  It sucked.  I was supposed to get off at 5, but we were understaffed, so I ran the register all. day. long.  Kristin was ill with morning sickness so she went home early and it was just me, Tranzeal, and Ashley with Miranda for the majority of the day.

While I was ringing someone up, I answered the phone and a guy said, “Hey Crystal, you’re just the one I wanted to talk to.”  I didn’t know who it was, so I said, “Who’s this?”  “Josh.”  “Do I know you?”  “Yeah I’m the guy at CVS.”

I knew he’d liked me, but I THINK I saw him with a girl that I assumed was his gf.  She might’ve been his sister since they bought fathers’ day looking stuff together.  Everytime I go into CVS, he stares at me.  My mom told me he liked me and I pretty much agreed.  I wonder if this could be the start of something.  Nyahahaahaha.

Anyway he wants to do something this weekend.  I did my homework and turns out he’s from the same graduating class as Miranda, and she says he’s nice and works hard, and she couldn’t say anything bad about him.

So I guess I’ll just have to check it out and see for myself now.

After sitting at the table during an awkward moment of silence between me, him, Elizabeth and her boyfriend, I happened to look behind me and see a bowl with a goldfish in it, struggling to breathe.  The water was so dirty and clouded that the fish had gone to the surface and was struggling to breathe the air outside the water.

I asked if they had any distilled water and told them that the fish would die if its water was not changed soon.  Trae gave me that infuriating grin/smirk/snarl and rattled off about some nonsense like “No it won’t, it might grow three heads.”

They say that someone who mistreats their pets will mistreat you, too.  It’s true.  I can only imagine how he’d be treating me and a child if given the time…

So.  My life as of late.

Tuesday I hung out with Goober and Tito…  we went over to his house and chilled, watched a couple of movies (Bruce Almighty and Red Eye… or something), ate popcorn and candy and acted like general bums, and played truth or dare.  It was very interesting, especially since it was just two girls and a guy.  Tito learned the almighty power of my kiss, Goober learned more about my boobs than she ever needed to know (read:  squishy), and I found out that Goober’s neck-kissing is oddly erotic.  Among other things.  We all danced like idiots.  And now I know 100% of Tito’s love life.  haha.

I had to work 5-close tonight.  I got out at 10:30… and now I’m just pretty bored.  Today was mom’s 50th birthday.  We’ll be eating at the new Teresa’s (Maricela’s) tomorrow night for her birthday dinner.  I heard it’s good, from Jennifer tonight at Goody’s.  Nyeh.  Also went to Dublin today and I got some jeans and a cute shirt from Maurices, and bought mom some jewelry as a present.  Gramma had an optometrist appt. so we had to shop quickly.

Oh, and I took my senior pictures yesterday.  Out of 4 photo shoots, the first two looked good from the preview I got to see and the last three looked pretty weird.  Meh.  I also took some random model-shot pictures against different backgrounds, so I hope those turn out well so I can share them.  (Think:  windblown hair via fan and sexy expressions).  Oh yeah.

I’m so gangsta.  I need to go to sleep.  I have to open the store in the morning.  Crapppp.

So yesterday me, Ms. Shelton, her godson Caleb, Ally, Sara, Lauren, Jasmine, Dakota, Thomas, Kayla, Chasen, Tolers, and whoever else I’m leaving out all went to Milledgeville around 5ish to go to Ruby Tuesday’s (whose food is overrated and overpriced imo).  I had some weird chicken but good mashed potatoes and hung out with homies.  Then we went to see Pirates of the Carribean 3:  At World’s End.  It was good, but it seemed to me that a lot was crammed into one nearly 3-hour movie (especially since I didn’t see the 2nd movie ).  But I liked it and I got to sit next to a Toler.  Yes.  (Right now there are drawings on mine and Ally’s car:  “Tolers are sexy” and a baked potato on hers, “I love Tolers” on mine.)

After the movie, we went to Brusters to chill and eat ice cream at around 10:30.  I got a cappucino frost and it was quite good.  When we were headed home, I remembered how I had prophesized that one of our cars in the “caravan” (ie:  the boys leave us behind going 90) would get pulled over tonight.  I never said that one of us would get pulled over twice.

Dakota, Tolers, and valedictorian Thomas had borrowed a “rich doctor friend”’s brand spankin new BMW Beamer.  When going to M-ville, they left me and Ally, who were driving our cars (Sara and Ally in theirs, Jasmine, myself, and Lauren in mine) in the dust at reasonable speeds of 80 on a 55.

On the way home, though, the cops in M-ville (since it was graduation night I suppose) set up a road block, I guess to check for click it or ticket and stuff.  Anyway, we sat there in line for about 15 minutes before approaching where a cop was standing.  There were cop cars everywhere.  And those stupid boys… I looked up and saw all four of em running around that BMW like maniacs before what looked like switching seats.  Then a cop car rolls up beside me and the cop lady asks if I’d seen someone in front of me switch seats.  I said no, so she rolled up to Ally’s car in front of me and asks her the same thing, not knowing that Ally and Sara have a TON of drugs in their car.  I was praying that this stop wouldn’t have cops searching our cars.  (I was clean but I know the other 2 cars weren’t).
Finally the cop car rolls up to the BMW and asks them the same thing.  Apparently they say no to and she tells them to get out of line and pull aside.  Meanwhile we’re like, OH SHIT!  Later we found out that she didn’t give them a ticket but did call them out on being stupid.  I don’t think any of them had their drivers liscence that night.

We went through the traffic stop without cops even talking to me and later we find out that those idiots got pulled over AGAIN for speeding, trying to catch up with us.  lol.  73 on a 55.  They got a ticket.  That sucks.

We had a lot to talk about when we rendevoused at the high school.  I got home around 1.  I’m still sleepy as fuck and need to go to work in 10 minutes.  Toodles.