09-03-00 Sunday 1:55am

~I am all bone, I am two-tone. Red as a newborn, white as a corpse~

So the day began with a lovely trip to the mall. Alanna and I had our usual fun. Walking around...and talking about things that no one will EVER know. Because I'm not at liberty to post that information. I'm glad that she chose to chill with me...cause she's home from college this weekend...and if it were me...I'd probably want to just lay in my own bed for 3 days straight. No. I'd be more than happy to see the friends that are stuck here. I'm just too happy that Alanna and I have reconciled our differences over the past few years. We had people watching fun at the mall...I talked to Kimmy about the possibility of me working at Gadzooks. The chick that's been giving her problems...hadn't showed up for work, and I believe...if I'm not too badly mistaken, that's a BIG no no. Termination??? I do believe so. Not that I'm wishing something like that on someone. But if it means an open position...and if it means ME filling that postion...than I'd have to say finders keepers losers weepers. Sorry. but if she's just not going to show up for work?!?! Then I'd be more than happy to replace her.

~I promise not to mind if you go your way and I go mine.~

So I get home...and to beat the heat, I put on my boxers and a t shirt. 2 minutes later, my dad TELLS me to put on shoes and go with him to pick up dinner. It really bothers me when he does things like that. So I put on pants...Lord knows I'm not gonna walk outside in my boxers...and shoes, and I went with him. But when I got back, I found a telephone message from GUESS WHO!!! Chris?!?! Of course. So out of courtesy, I called back. No matter what, I still worry about that boy. Even if he's borderline psychotic. False alarm. He was bored. (for those of you who don't have a clue, that means he wanted to come over...and tell me how much he regrets letting me go...and then make out.) I told James that the next time that happens, I'll call him, and have him come over just to make sure nothing does happen. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about that because I had plans for the night. And once I told Chris...he got a little...quiet. And then I said goodbye. I didn't hang up on him or anything. I just said that maybe I'd see him at the game Friday. He asked if I would go. Whatever, I might.

~I promise not to try not to f*#k with your mind~

So my big plans for the night consisted of going against James...and going on this blind date. And in a way, I'm glad I proved my point. At least I give people a chance. But I found out that this guy was just NOT my type. AT ALL. He was Mr. Ralph Lauren. Mr. clean cut baby face. Mr. Mechanic...he was WAY too much like my father. And I think THAT was his downfall. On the bright side...I had a nice night. If you look past the headache...(no ones fault) and that they forced me to play pool against my will. and that JR is violent...and that's the worst thing to do...cause if anyone is going to be violent...it's gonna be me! (hahaha don't you love that little NSYNC reference) So we ended up beating each other up with couch pillows, hats, and videos. Finally, I made my exit right before Armageddon got all mushy. I was tired...and kinda frustrated with the fact that I can't just settle for your average Joe. James told me not to settle. But that makes me feel selfish. I want what's best. And I know if I feel something for a guy. But I didn't feel that for this guy. So it must not be what's best. Keep waiting...keep waiting...I'm really glad I talked to James before I went on this blind date. Or I might have just given up. Like I did when I slipped with Chris that one time. I regret that. Really. You know when they say if there's one point in time that you'd like to go back and change...I think that would be one. Well it seems as though I just don't have any luck with blind dates. This would be #2...and well...at least he talked to me. The first one...was a guy my cousin tried to hook me up with in Dayton...and he didn't speak. I think he said 2 words to me. But he laughed the rest of the time. I talked to Kenny. That's how I found out he was too much like my dad. He's funny. EXTREMELY funny. but like I said before...it doesn't compensate for the lack of other things. Anyhow...I need sleep. It's 3 am. crap!

~I promise not to lie if I'm looking you straight in the eye~

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