so...i called her back...
things are good.
i'm happy.
it feels normal again.
my brain is functional now.
it didn't work for a couple of hours on monday...
ask my manager.
she's good...
i'm happy.
i'm trying to figure out how to get to boise in the next few weeks...
i think i can work it out.
help...
15 March 2007
13 March 2007
developing situation...
yes...
well...
things are going well.
you remember kami?
yes...
well...
things are going very well...
so...you know how i called her up the other day...in february...after like 5 months of not really having spoken with her...yeah?
yes...
well...
things were still okay...almost a little awkward too.
i wasn't really sure how to process that.
i should have expected that things would change after such a long period of time...but i didn't want them to...
it scared me.
so i didn't call back for a while...
yes...
well...
the other night i'm at work, right?
i get a text message.
i open the message without seeing really who it's from...
i'm floored...
who is this gorgeous girl in the picture?
i read the message...
and close the text...
kami?
back to the picture...
wow...
...
wow...
...
wow...
...
..
.
that's about all that comes out.
i'm not sure how to react to this...
things like this don't happen to me.
and...
well...
wow.
28 February 2007
semi-random update...
yeah...so i've been getting better at this whole flirting thing...
today i went to the MTC, and there was this really nifty belgian girl that i was in the scenario with. it was loads of fun...poor missionaries. i'm hoping to run into her again in following weeks.
uh...i've also been helping colonel sanders with his job as an intern, passing out candy and flyers to promote the athletics department. he's been pointing out a lot of "flirting" to me that i would otherwise have labeled as social politeness.
this is a good thing. let us rejoice.
today i went to the MTC, and there was this really nifty belgian girl that i was in the scenario with. it was loads of fun...poor missionaries. i'm hoping to run into her again in following weeks.
uh...i've also been helping colonel sanders with his job as an intern, passing out candy and flyers to promote the athletics department. he's been pointing out a lot of "flirting" to me that i would otherwise have labeled as social politeness.
this is a good thing. let us rejoice.
24 February 2007
eureka!
i've figured it out... i know what my problem is (well...one of them
anyway...). i 've been waiting for some fateful, fantastic thing to
happen...and it's just not going to. i'm waiting unrealisticly to
fall madly in love with some girl who's madly in love with me...and
it's not going to happen again. it already did once--which is
probably well above the average lifetime expectancy for such
happenings--and i shouldn't be planning on it happening another time.
so the one was a little poorly timed...oh well! get over it...move
on...and be happy, right? so now i should (note the choice in verb
conjugation...) be able to start dating somewhat normally.
yeah...we'll see how that works out.
anyway...). i 've been waiting for some fateful, fantastic thing to
happen...and it's just not going to. i'm waiting unrealisticly to
fall madly in love with some girl who's madly in love with me...and
it's not going to happen again. it already did once--which is
probably well above the average lifetime expectancy for such
happenings--and i shouldn't be planning on it happening another time.
so the one was a little poorly timed...oh well! get over it...move
on...and be happy, right? so now i should (note the choice in verb
conjugation...) be able to start dating somewhat normally.
yeah...we'll see how that works out.
10 January 2007
concerning gods and love : an epic poem
uh...being as this is supposed to be a poem, one would probably be tempted to look for rythm, rhyme, meter and the like.
don't.
it will only cause undue trouble on your part.
it was just a catchy title. one needn't expect anything grand.
please forgive the misnomer.
it is a fairly well known fact that i am--especially when it comes to those of the other species.
so...there is a certain personnage at the place where i work, of whom it may be said--and undoubtedly has--that she is pretty. i've taken it upon myself to engage in non-verbal forms of communication with the personnage in question when we converse.
this said, it can be readily assumed that this makes for my ness to greatly increase in her specific presence.
now, i had the thought arise within my head that it might be entertaining to take said personnage on a...shall we say date, for lack of a better term.
this story, i believe, is more or less well known (this is to be assumed since the media has played it out of proportion, and there have even been civil cases brought up--replete with false allegations and untrue accusations--concerning the particular subject matter). it is also fairly common knowledge that said action (that of the thought...) was met with fierce and fiery opposition, resulting in the aforementioned action never completing it's life cycle (thought -> word -> deed), having had its growth stinted in the second stage of said cycle...perhaps the second and a half stage.
it will be requisite that you recall this information for a later reference.
having gotten over the disheartening melancholy which insued shortly after the realization that i am, as the french say, nul*...well, i did what any normal human would do--which is to say something completely out of the ordinary for myself.
there is a vast plethora, as it were, of such persons at my workplace. like...more than 2. so, i decided to try with another one.
silly, no?
we were working...we were talking...things were happy...i decided to do something out of character.
i asked if she was working next thursday. i just happened not to be.
i await a reply.
"no."
t minus 2.5 seconds...
2...
1.5...
"i'm going to mexico."
oh.
"with my boyfriend and some of our friends."
critical launch failure.
this was on saturday last. i announced to one of my co-workers--the love gods hate me.
he laughed.
life goes on, as does the weekend. things happen, including church. i invited over and flirted with an FHE sister...sort of. (one would be surprised how much effort blatant flirting requires in a social setting...)
back to work.
revert to case #1: the repeated attempts continue.
so...i've decided that i'm gonna do it. i don't care. i'm done. i'm just gonna do it.
we've been working...we've been talking...things have been happy...i decide to do something out of character.
i asked if she was working next thursday. i just happened not to be.
i await a reply.
t minus 2 minutes.
my phone vibrates.
it's my brother. he wants to know his work schedule. no biggy.
tuesday--close. thursday--close. friday--close. saturday--day shift.
---
you can't?
---
plans? not yet...but i'm working on it.
---
no...that's ok. no, no...it's fine. i'll work for you.
confirmation of supposed animosity vis-à-vis the love gods. i inform my co-worker.
he laughs.
BAH!
as the night goes on, we talk about this. there must be a reason. i've offended the love gods. how does one offend a love god? how does one rectify the offense?
we deduce that it must be because of my lack of resolve from some weeks prior. maybe i need to sacrifice a white bull.
where do you find a white bull?
the conversation expands, and others get involved. it's rather entertaining. we're joking and being jovial. she overhears.
"what's so funny?"
we laugh.
a lot.
she's confused.
the love gods are mocking me.
* please note that this word is linked to a translation resource to help the non-francophone readers of this publication.
don't.
it will only cause undue trouble on your part.
it was just a catchy title. one needn't expect anything grand.
please forgive the misnomer.
so... here's a fun little narative concerning me, and my relation with the love gods. you may decide for yourself how they think of me: be it with hate, contempt, disdain, humor or some other.
it is a fairly well known fact that i am--especially when it comes to those of the other species.
so...there is a certain personnage at the place where i work, of whom it may be said--and undoubtedly has--that she is pretty. i've taken it upon myself to engage in non-verbal forms of communication with the personnage in question when we converse.
this said, it can be readily assumed that this makes for my ness to greatly increase in her specific presence.
now, i had the thought arise within my head that it might be entertaining to take said personnage on a...shall we say date, for lack of a better term.
this story, i believe, is more or less well known (this is to be assumed since the media has played it out of proportion, and there have even been civil cases brought up--replete with false allegations and untrue accusations--concerning the particular subject matter). it is also fairly common knowledge that said action (that of the thought...) was met with fierce and fiery opposition, resulting in the aforementioned action never completing it's life cycle (thought -> word -> deed), having had its growth stinted in the second stage of said cycle...perhaps the second and a half stage.
it will be requisite that you recall this information for a later reference.
having gotten over the disheartening melancholy which insued shortly after the realization that i am, as the french say, nul*...well, i did what any normal human would do--which is to say something completely out of the ordinary for myself.
there is a vast plethora, as it were, of such persons at my workplace. like...more than 2. so, i decided to try with another one.
silly, no?
we were working...we were talking...things were happy...i decided to do something out of character.
i asked if she was working next thursday. i just happened not to be.
i await a reply.
"no."
t minus 2.5 seconds...
2...
1.5...
"i'm going to mexico."
oh.
"with my boyfriend and some of our friends."
critical launch failure.
this was on saturday last. i announced to one of my co-workers--the love gods hate me.
he laughed.
life goes on, as does the weekend. things happen, including church. i invited over and flirted with an FHE sister...sort of. (one would be surprised how much effort blatant flirting requires in a social setting...)
back to work.
revert to case #1: the repeated attempts continue.
so...i've decided that i'm gonna do it. i don't care. i'm done. i'm just gonna do it.
we've been working...we've been talking...things have been happy...i decide to do something out of character.
i asked if she was working next thursday. i just happened not to be.
i await a reply.
t minus 2 minutes.
my phone vibrates.
it's my brother. he wants to know his work schedule. no biggy.
tuesday--close. thursday--close. friday--close. saturday--day shift.
---
you can't?
---
plans? not yet...but i'm working on it.
---
no...that's ok. no, no...it's fine. i'll work for you.
confirmation of supposed animosity vis-à-vis the love gods. i inform my co-worker.
he laughs.
BAH!
as the night goes on, we talk about this. there must be a reason. i've offended the love gods. how does one offend a love god? how does one rectify the offense?
we deduce that it must be because of my lack of resolve from some weeks prior. maybe i need to sacrifice a white bull.
where do you find a white bull?
the conversation expands, and others get involved. it's rather entertaining. we're joking and being jovial. she overhears.
"what's so funny?"
we laugh.
a lot.
she's confused.
the love gods are mocking me.
* please note that this word is linked to a translation resource to help the non-francophone readers of this publication.
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