02.13.05 - 11:45 pm

So I was going to write this big weekend update and have it take ten pages but then I got lazy. That's kind of a theme of my life these days. Then I thought to write an awesome-things-to-remember list, but then I can't remember anything specific. Plus I can't remember what I've already written about this weekend. Daaaaaaamn.

Thursday = party. Kicked ass. I got some awesome stuff and was really happy that people spent so much time on everything. It meant a lot to me. I love not asking for presents. CSB-Grammys were a blast, so was the dance party, and Rebecca and I rocked Cranium pretty hard. Props to the winners. I ate ten pounds of food (I think that I ended up eating 3/4 of a pizza) and it felt really good. It was an early night, but that's okay because I made pancakes for everyone in the morning. I LOVE chocolate chip pancakes. Making them is also really fun, too.

Friday = ending up in Gresham instead of Portland, tanning, hat/dross movie night, seeing fifty people pile into the house, Aleks' hug, Cal breaking down, Thomas running Cal's party, crazy genius characters that don't belong in chick flicks, tan lines, sleeping in the same room with my dog.

Saturday = driving Cal to reffing, hanging out in Beaverton, not having any plans and being sad, having plans and being happy. Ezra, Le Happy, chicken and apples make a good crepe, porn store ready?, Castle Superstore, peeing, Shaun of the Dead, Genna Martin driving fast?, why the hell are we in beaverton?, seeing someone run a red light in b-town, running a red light downtown, sharing a chair, Ribecca is a no, scary yet I'm not scared at all, trippy music.

Sunday = making Cal drive to the store, two plates of chocolate chip pancakes, being later than Dross, new bulbs? no thanks, more tan lines, trying to find Ella's, LOTS OF FREE FOOD, joining Polyglot, nervousness for the art judging, cleaning like crazy, not getting lost on 205, watching three minutes of the Grammy's.

So it's my 19th Valentine's Day without a boyfriend. And I don't care. My two high school relationships haven't instilled a real desire in me to be in many more while I'm still living the HS life. Then again I don't think that I picked the best guys to get in relationships with. They were scruffy, not interested in school, not athletic, and overall, as Torrance Shipman would say, "not boyfriend material." Maybe that's the type of guy that I want? Nah, I want a sports guy. I've always wanted to go to running with a boy. Wouldn't that be cute? I think so. Okay I got distracted. Anyone know why Jay Z calls himself Hova? I mean I know that it has something to do with Jehovah, but I can't find anything.

But I was thinking more about this guy thing, and my problems are usually one of the following when it comes to guys:
a.) I am not friends with them
b.) My friend likes them
c.) They live too far away
d.) They are too old
e.) They are too young
f.) They are dating someone
g.) They like one of my friends

I'd say that 99.7% of my life, a-g have been my problems in liking guys. The .3-or-so percent have been Mikey and Stevens, the two guys that I dated. I can think of at least three examples for each a-g. God, I feel like this is a UC application, with my a-g courses. I'd have to go with 'a' probably being the number one cause, closely followed by 'g,' although 'f' is a pretty close call.

Oh man, I did not plan on this entry turning out this way. But I've already written it, and written it stays.

Perhaps more on my failed romantic life tomorrow. Don't worry, it'll take three sentences. Hey, I'll do it now! I liked a lot of people but was too awkward/shy to do anything about it. I dated two guys. I am currently single.

See you tomorrow.

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