06-25-00 Sunday
From the way my weekend started...I assumed it would turn out great. Friday, I went to the LPC
concert...That went very well. Better than I first expected. The boys from Driveway were...silly.
As usual. Dave threw a fit everytime someone walked away from the stage. Then made it a point
to call them back up. Stevie jumped around...mouth wide open...tongue flailing. Nothing new.
Then LPC came on...and started their set with this hilarious “rap” song called Tighty Whitey.
Interesting. It was...interesting. But I was especially glad to have everyone there. Like it used to
be. Laurie, Kir, Jen, Nicole, and me. All of us. Unusually comforting. Then...my cousin was there.
Which was new. But she didn’t really pay much attention to the people I introduced her to. Her
cousin from the other side of her family was with her. She was understandably preoccupied. I was
too busy dancing with Tyler the whole last part of the show. Kyle and Brett showed up out of
nowhere...I was shocked...but pleased. Because it gave me the chance to ask Brett directly about
the trip to Panama City. Amen to not having to call Dan. Anyhow, I asked him if he “got laid”
cause I’d heard the whole story from Dan...and he said no. Neither of them did. Surprise! But he
claims that he came the closest. (whatever) but I do agree with the fact that Dan has no game. I
left that evening quite satisfied. I got to have a good time with friends...and ask Brett about the
trip which saves me a phone call to Dan...AND did I mention the view was...easy on the eyes???
The boys from LPC are ALL good looking. Definitely the new guitar player (not really new...he’s
the most recent addition to the group) Mike I think. He’s...the type I consider...my preference. And he’s also an awesome guitar player. (why musicians!?!? WHY?!?!)
~Never seem to get in the place that I belong~
So this takes us to Saturday. I spent a good portion of the day relaxing because my rear end
is...extremely sore. (too much booty shakin’) I made a few phone calls to figure out just how
many persons I was responsible for. First I called James. He was in charge of informing Andrew
about Wrestlefest. Which he did. But when I called him, I found out that Andrew had to work.
Ok. but of course, James gave me that glimmer of hope...he said that there was a possibility that
Andrew could get off of work if they weren’t that busy. So I (reluctantly) gave James directions
to Steve’s place. I had hoped they would come here and go there with me or follow me. I didn’t
want anyone lost or...ya. So he said that they might show up. Then I called my cousin. (in Wapak)
she was watching a movie with her boyfriend...(oh boy) She said...ya she’d be there...they were
going to leave in a little while. (it was like two hours before Wrestlefest started) So ok...I was
figuring on at least one person I’d have to keep my eye on. And it’s not that I don’t trust any of
them...It’s that I don’t trust the boys who basically run Wrestlefest. (I used to...but...they’ve
changed) I get there...and get stuck sitting by myself...by my own choice. Because Laurie and Jen
were sitting at the “announcers table” (a picnic table that’s falling apart balanced on a wobbly
beam in the loft that could break any minute and fall 15 feet to the ground) On top of that, it started storming...So I sat by myself on the other side of the loft that seems a bit
more safe. Only a few people showed up...the crowd was...sparce. And after awhile...things got
boring. I’ve never been to a Wrestlefest THAT boring. I started getting worried...because Megan
(my cousin) still wasn’t there. So I used Jen’s cell and called her. She wasn’t coming at all. They
were too busy laughing their butts off in Wapak. Then I called James to see if they’d be there. He
said no. Andrew couldn’t get out of work, and -he- was too busy making out with his girlie.
~Silence is not the way~
A rundown of Wrestlfest 7...
The boys...beat the crap out of each other...smashing bodies, Burger King trays, road cones and signs into each other. There was blood. Two people got injured...the fat kid...and...the really fat kid. (I don't know their names) They made Virg drink and puke up a gallon of milk. (his new found talent...) I don't understand why they find it so fascinating...Personally, I think it's disgusting. Dave ran around with pantyhose on his head pretending to be some stupid character...(the Masked Cabana or something) Lyle and Joe wore their usual matching camoflauge outfits...and carried the "tag team championship belts" while attacking guys twice their size, and my cousin Andrew (yes, another one) and his best friend Gary...the "announcers", ran around with bandages flying...claiming they were injured and couldn't wrestle. (even though they did) They had they usual matches. I.N.C (Joe and Lyle) vs. someone, the notorious running into the wall contest (the cat won), and the white boy (cracker) dunking contest. Haile (Steve's 3 year old sister) pulled down her shorts and danced around to some funky "Gansta Bitch" song. And we made fun of the barn cat...Long Duck Dong. That was about it.
~thong tho thong thong thong~
Jen, Laurie, and I took a trip to Jen’s house so she could change into more comfortable clothes. and
shortly after we got back, a bunch of people from another party showed up (drunk, high, etc) so, I left.
~Cut my life into pieces. This is my last resort~
I was frustrated. I was a little upset. Mostly, I was faint. I hadn't eaten barely a thing all day. Not to mention the argument I had with my father right before I left. He's still upset that I don't have a job. The thing is...I called Gadzooks (which is where I was asked to apply) and Kim told me that if I waited a week for the manager to get back from vacation, I would have an interview. And most likely a job with possibility of promotion. I've tried to explain this to him...but he seems to think I should be out EVERY day filling out applications...on my knees begging for a job. Point is...the people that I wanted to see and the reasons I went to Wrestlefest...didn't show up. So that was the icing on the cake. I'm not really mad about it. I'm just more than tired of plans going down the toilet. And as it stands...Next week, I have to go in to a college that I've been accepted to...but never seen and take my placement tests...I'm about to give up on Andrew...because I haven't even seen him since James informed him of our...mutual attraction...(I think) And it only adds fuel to the fire...
FIRE = PROBLEMS
PROBLEMS = PAIN
In conclusion...I no longer want to make plans. No plans for me. Because all they do is fall through, piss me off, and stress me out. And I no longer want to be attracted to silly boys. Because they do the same things that plans do. Grrr. and I'm never going to trust another person with the "hook up" process. Because they get my hopes up...then get tired of being the "go between"...and leave me hanging. Unfinished business...that's what it is. It's just frustrating. I assumed this would happen. It's what always happens. And I won't believe otherwise until someone does something about it. Hopefully (I need to stop being so hopeful) this week will be pleasant. *crosses fingers*
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