A C!!!

Published 29.4.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

I cannot believe it, I am very angry. I got a C in A&P II. A freaking C!!! 78.5% I think now would be the opportune time to go kill myself. Grr.

On a happier note, this guy came through drive-thru... Tuesday! And, he was kinda staring at me, which is nothing new, so I ignored him. Well, about 20 minutes later, there is this call for me, which was really weird because my family always calls my cell. I get to the phone and this voice is like "you don't know me but I just came through the drive thru..." (at this point I thought it was going to be a customer who was going to tell me how great it was that I was so cheerful). And he goes on to say that if I don't have a boyfriend, he would like to take me out some time. Well, it so suprised me, that I gave him my number just to get him off the phone.

So, he calls me later, and we talked for like.... half an hour, and he is really nice, blah, blah, blah. And then he called the next day, blah, blah. Well, we went to a movie last night, and he is a really great, really sweet guy.

A couple of funny things. First of all, I couldn't remember what he looked like from drive-thru, so I had this horrifying feeling he was going to be terribly ugly. (He isn't! In fact, he is quite adorable, dresses reasonably well for a guy from around here and has cute dimples!) Secondly, I couldn't remember his name to save my life! He told me like four times, but you know how awful I am at remembering names. So, the girls helped me out in this elaborate plan to discover his name without seeming rude. When he came to the door, Laura bounded (yes, bounded) up to the door and cheerily introduced herself and then asked his name, loudly. =) Turns out that he didn't remember what I looked like and thought Laura was me. So, we're even.

Anyway, we really had a blast. He kinda reminds me of Dad in that he can talk and talk about anything for any amount of time. So, we talked through the whole movie. Thankfully, there were no people in the theater to get mad at us.

Just to fill you in, he is a chicken farmer... is 20... drives a mustang... and his psyco Mom left when he was younger...

I don't want to go on forever, but he is a really sweet, great, nice guy who treats me like a lady, which is nice for a change. Instead of COMING AWAY WITH SMASHED AND SLASHED DIGETS! Oh! That reminds me, it was great! I did not think of Jared the whole time. UNLIKE my date with Cody.... grr. Something about dating a teddy bear did not appeal to me. *shudders and hides under her desk*

This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

A C!!!

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