Updates From Yesterday

My Soap-Operatic Life

"A common mistake that people make when trying to design something foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools." Douglas Adams

Okay, first I'll explain the last entry (which was done for yesterday): I did the typing and was going to go back and fix the typos (surprisingly a lot that time), but I wound up going out with Evan and Kevin (not THAT kind of going out- I don't need that kinda hassle!) and didn't get in until late, then I wound up watching SNL's Phil Hartman tribute. So I didn't get it done. And today when I went back, I had problems. I had done that entry on the basic Geocities editor (fill-in-form), and after I previewed the page, for some reason it cut off the "Save" buttons- hence no corrections were made. Then I tried it on Advanced- but I couldn't even type on this editor. So I gave up and just posted it (I'm surprised that even worked), typos and all.

Updates:
I got a C+ on the French test (figures), a B in the class (well, that's good, I was getting a C before).

Michelle moved out- got a picture with her and Elena (Lisa not being here). I got all emotional . . . dammit!

Went out with Evan and Kevin- first we went to Chico's Tacos, then went looking for ice cream and somehow wound up lost in a redneck (the only way to describe it) area of West (I think) Sacramento for an hour. We wound up going to Safeway and buying a container, then ate it in a parking lot. After getting bored of that, we cruised around some more, then went home to watch Mad TV (well, I left to watch Phil 11:30). Another swinging night in Davis- well, that still beat 99% of what I did on weekend nights in Livermore. Evan and I were fighting over the wheels thing I mentioned yesterday- he says I HAVE to get a bike, I'm all "no way in hell". I had come over there originally to borrow Jules's skateboard (to see how I'd do with it, he's the only one I know that has one), but apparently he took it home. Evan was all, "that's even worse to fall off." Dammit. But I do NOT want to ride my stupid bike. Isn't this familiar . . . "I don't wanna ride a bike, I don't wanna Rollerblade, I don't wanna drive 'cause I'll kill someone." (Incidentally, Evan's hit and killed animals in his car. Who's he to talk?) I am sooooo pathetic. But I hate almost all forms of wheels (when I'm in charge of them). Shit, I can't even steer the grocery cart too well without smacking somebody (then again, who could, with those spinning wheels?). Man, am I screwed.

I don't have anything else to say. Oh, except that I was going to put up the link to the humor mag page (it's a Berkeley paper, they want to spin off on ours) yesterday, so it's here today.

10:06 p.m. update:
Ever have one of those moments where you are completely embarrassed? Say, you run into someone you shit over, and then you don't know how you're supposed to react? Or how about his or her mother?

In case you couldn't guess, my mother had a run-in with The Moron on Thursday and just told me today about it.

Now, I have been dreading the inevitable run-in with The Moron since I sent the letter. Everyone runs into everyone in Livermore, I'm sure it'll happen sometime. Oh joy. Actually I figured my mother would run into him first, since they go to the same bank and they've seen him several times. It's always seemed kinda sad about my mom with this, because she really liked The Moron, and she was the one who wanted me to date him when I didn't care. (Oh, how I miss those days) Anyway, here's her story:

She was crossing the street and a car stopped to let her by (oh, he also got a new car- dark blue- I gotta remember that so I can teepee it later on). She looks over to wave thanks- and it's guess who. An awkward situation, naturally. She said he didn't really know what to do- he kinda smiled at first (like he used to), then looked kinda embarrassed/sheepish/not knowing what to do-ish. Likewise, my mom didn't know if she should talk to him or not (his window was rolled down), I said don't.

Hmmm, nice to know . . . what, exactly? That he read it (going by that response and lack thereof)? That he possibly knows he's a shit? That he doesn't give a rat's ass?

I'm so comforted to know that I wasted a year and a half on this dickweed (another word Mom doesn't like). What is it with guys, that they SEEM nice, then once you know them over a year (this seems to be the turning point with all of my guy friends) they turn into creeps? Sure, I understand good first impressions and whatever . . . but how do they stifle their true nature for so long and then decide to be pricks? Why can't they reveal that earlier on so I wouldn't waste my time? Heck, The Moron when I met him was so nice he was the school pushover (except when it came to dating).

The thing my mom (and others) have been saying to me about when the inevitable occurs that I should just say hi, how are you, then leave. I, on the other hand, don't think I should say anything at all. What is there to say? I think I've said enough. Not like we're still friends, or friendly, or that we even speak. (My mother was all, "You could write him again," and I was all, "Yeah, right, I take it back?" I DON'T think so.) As soon as I see him (regardless of whether or not he sees me) I will turn around and walk away, like I would my worst enemy.

Links to other sites on the Web

The Heuristic Squelch
Graphic Station (swearing, bike)
Animation Station (car)
By Design (e-mail, dick)

Repeat: Gawwwwwd, I'm bored. And now, nervous.
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