| Notes from the Fishbowl | |
| 5/9/2005 | |
| My legs are killing me. That's what I get for walking around the reservoir for 2 hours on Sunday. I'm tired and I'm cranky and I want milk, cookies and my nappy. Kidding. Just felt like a bit of a whine. Honestly, it felt good to move. It was nice to be out in the sunshine. I got burned. My face, neck and shoulders are in a bit of pain but it feels nice. Shane and I raced up a hill. Two smokers...running. Here we are. The weekend warriors post hangover work out. Shane in long khaki shorts, socks pulled up to his knees, Nike t-shirt with cut off sleeves, and baseball cap on backwards. Nicole in denim shorts, a tube top and flip flops. And me in grey booty shorts, with my cell phone clipped on one side weighing them down and exposing the string side to my sexy underwears, and an old t-shirt that says "girls hockey" with the sleeves cut off. We were stylish. Now, we're sunburned. Morons. You have 3 of the whitest whities walking miles (don't know how many but it was miles) around a friggin' reservoir (water reflects the sun) HELLO! McFly! Okay, so it wasn't the smartest idea but we all had our talking to do. What better time to run your mouths than in the company of 2 good friends while sharing a bit of a sun poisoning on a Sunday?! And Mother's Day no doubt. Shane got trashed again. Puked in the bathroom at Park Ave. (this is becoming an every other weekend episode) Nicole had a crazy experience with her high school sweetheart. Tyler was in town for El dia de Madre. He called me so I invited him to come out with us & absorb some of what we have to offer up here in bean town. Now for my story. I played low key with Scott because he's been pulling the infamous, "I'll call you later" line this last week. What Mr. Scott doesn't know is that I took Scandalous 101 from the master. I know all those bullshit lines. So I spent two hours on my curly coiffeur. I was wearing the tightest pair of jeans I could find (from my former job at Sluts R Us no doubt) some sexy strappy sandals, a see through black lace top and my shoulder grazing earrings that Shane picked out. I gave him the vixen stare down when we walked in. (Think Vicky's Secret models sexy mean face when they walk down the runway. Only there was direct eye contact.) And he proceeds to grope my ass when I walked through the door and each and every time I went past him for the rest of the evening. Here's the shitty part. | |
| Better shut up or get shot down. | |
| If that were the whole story, I'd be more than happy. Even if he didn't come home with me like he did last weekend (last Saturday = we passed out while watching Bubble Boy and I woke up in the spoon position with his arm wrapped around me) Which he didn't come home with me this Saturday and here's why. I finally figured out what kind of guy Scott is. He's one of those guys who wants a woman hanging off of his jock at all times. If you're not that type of chick (groupie, slut, skank, sloppy drunk, or all of the above) then you're easily looked over. I didn't catch exactly when it happened but this girl who I've seen there before (on several occasions...I mean, we're there every Saturday night and sometimes Fridays as well) is all over him. She stole his cowboy hat (I know it's lame and I'm not defending him for it but as far as I know, he only wears the hat at the bar and...it's kind of a mostly gay crowd so it's not frowned upon as it would be under normal circumstances) Anyhow, she was trotting around in his hat. She took roots on his stool by the door. She molested him on the dance floor, on the stool, against the wall, in the hallway etc etc. I watched the two of them make out on and off for a good hour or so. At one point, I was headed out to the hallway so I could hear Drew on the phone and Scott stops me (this is a joke with the two of us because we're both always on our phones) he says, "GET OFF THE PHONE!!!" and so I smacked his bare chest (because the girl had unbuttoned his shirt) and told him to "SHUT UP!" then he grabbed my ass again. He grabbed my ass right in front of that girl quite a few times. I think she was starting to get pissed off when she was on the new 2nd dance floor and Nicole and I were standing near the doorway watching our favorite sexy gay man who wears thongs that stick out of the top of his pants while he was dancing. We can't help it. It's fucking hot as hell. And Scott grabbed me and put his arm around me. So I obliged. I figure...I did it. I was hanging out with 4 different guys. Making out with all of them...And slept with one of them once. (oops) Whatever. I don't think I want to be on the other side of that equation but I'm not going to look down on him for it. So jokingly, I called him a slut and he pulled me in tighter. As it was all happening, I watched her catch what was going on, get off the dance floor and walk up next to us, give me a dirty look out of the corner of her eye as she was looking at her friends like, "What does this bitch think she's doing?!" Except for...he grabbed me and...what you don't know sweetheart is that he slept in my friggin' bed last weekend! Not that I'm claiming territory. She can have him. I'm just saying. There's no reason to get bitchy when I was there first. I'll gladly step aside because I'm not down with those games. Anyhow, by the end of the night, I was extremely tired from dancing with James...who I claimed as my partner for the evening (he's the only guy that we hang out with who can actually dance). It was ten kinds of nasty. Picture that Britney Spears video...shit...the one where they're all sweaty and hanging all over each other. Subtract about half of the sweat, add gay men and lesbians, some straight people, darker lighting, smoke, completely switch the soundtrack to NIN Closer. That's more like it. HAHA. And I caught Scott watching me on several occasions while that girl (I hate to call her "that girl". I know her name.) was sitting/grinding on his lap. He kept making faces at me. I know what's up. | |
| You're words hit like a train and I can't ignore it... | |
| James informed me that "that girl" had made out with him just a few weekends prior (the weekend Scott was in MI) which I recall. I was there but I'd left early that night before it happened...before she got drunk. Apparently, she does this often. Shane informed me that she's his girlfriend's roommate's sister and she has a boyfriend. But she's over there all the time and she flirts with pretty much everyone when she's drunk (including him) and she snores like a buzz saw. This is all neither here nor there. It's hearsay and I really don't care. Any hooter, right before we were about to leave, Scott was cleaning up bottles and made a trip to the bar to order a curiously girly drink (I wonder who that was for.) He stopped at our table and I called him a slut once again. His excuse! "I'm drunk". Okay loser. That's pretty damn lame. But I decided that it wouldn't end there. The one and only time I followed his ass around was at this moment when he walked away to the bar. I got my fine ass out of my chair and asked him flat out, "So are you going home with her tonight?!" He said, "No. I'm going home alone thank you. I'm jet skiing in the morning." I said, "oh. Ya I believe that one. Just about as much as I believe you when you say, 'I'll call you later'." He got defensive after that comment. The whole time with his arm around me like we're great pals he said, "Well I popped my hip out of place last week...blah blah blah". I cut him off with a "ohhh please. Whatever Scott. I'll see you later." And we left. Today I found a voice message on my phone. He'd called me at a quarter after 4 this morning. Like oh...an hour and 45 minutes after he's done at Park. He had the nerve..."Hey Laura. It's Scott. Just calling to let you know that I'm home...alone. I stopped at an after party for awhile but I'm home now. Alone. Talk to you later." What?! So while we were walking our happy asses around the stinky reservoir, I called him back and he didn't answer. Jet skiing I assume. So I left him a nice little message. I said sarcastically, "Hey Scott. It's Laura. Don't know what you think you're proving at 4 o'clock in the morning or why you think you have to prove yourself to me. Have fun jet skiing. Talk to you later." Haven't heard from him since and probably won't. I'll see him next Saturday and we'll pretend like nothing happened. He'll grab my ass and I'll go home alone. This is all fine and dandy because none of this matters anymore. The whole point to Scott has been blown out of the fucking water. Ripped from reason...insanity has found me. It's too late. Save yourself. | |
| I just know that he warms my heart and knows what all my imperfections are. | |
| Saturday after I
got off of work, I stopped in at mom's to visit for a bit. I did a quick
e-mail check and a yahoo messenger check since I've been "networking" with
a few people down in TN. I got a message from this guy Drew down there and
we talked for a minute while I looked through my e-mail. Junk, junk, junk,
junk, message from jasonmraz.com, junk, junk, message from Ryan. I had
sent him something requesting that he set his inhibitions aside and come
out with us that night because he'd be leaving soon and we haven't spent
very much time together. I wanted to just get drunk and talk and have a
good time with him before he ran away to Maine. His reply went something
like this, "Can't come out this weekend. Have a wedding to attend. But it
doesn't look like I'm going to Maine after all. Kharma caught up with me
faster than I thought it would. I'll call you." Confuse me?! What?! Okay,
okay. Reread...not coming out with us. Wedding. WHAT?! Not going to
Maine?!?! So I've sent him 3 or 4 messages since then. I'm flipping out.
He hasn't called me. So this is why my shit with Scott doesn't even
matter. First of all, Ryan's situation hits a little closer to home.
Second of all, the whole point to Scott was to keep my mind off of what my
retarded big mouth said to Kyle (long story that I'd rather not tell), the
random weird dream I had about Tim (Also retarded. Also a long story), but
mostly all of this shit that's been going down with Ry. The more I have to
think about, the less I think about Ryan. Plain and simple. Now that's
virtually impossible. Because I'm concerned. Especially since it's been 2
days since he sent that message and Lord only knows what's happened since
then. Because I want details. HELLO! Speak of the devil for crying out
loud! That's crazy. He finally called me. It's true. He's not going. She
had a change of heart. I guess it was totally out of the blue. CRAZY! So
now he's staying here. Possibly getting a place with one of his friends
and I'm the one who's going to move. (Maybe) That's nuts. Wow. I have to
stop now because I don't know what else to say. I'm speechless.
~If you find yourself here on my side of town, I pray that you'd come to my door. And talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about. Cause I don't remember anymore. I just know that she warms my heart and knows what all my imperfections are. And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar.~ Damn you Shane for getting me to listen to Copeland! |
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