Here it is, kids. The entire month of February for the year 1999. Don't you just feel like a part of my life? Doesn't it make you all warm & fuzzy inside to know that I'm sharing a part of myself with you? I know it does. Read on.
Sunday the 28th of February: Can you believe I actually got home early enough tonite to write about the final two days of my weekend? Be proud of me, friends. Be proud.
I was supposed to go out with my friend Dawn last night, but I decided that this weekend wasn't good, so Joanie & I went out together instead. Neither one of us had seen Varsity Blues yet (I think we were the only ones alive who hadn't), so we headed to our favourite mall for a little James Van Der Beek action. We went to the best place on earth (besides Blockbuster, of course) for dinner. Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about, eh? Chi-Chi's, my friends. Chi-Chi's. As we sat eating free chips & mild (never hot) salsa, we discussed the day's events & reflected on what a good weekend we had had so far. (Sisters do that kind of thing, you know.) I made her laugh. She made me laugh. It was nice. I ordered my usual grilled chicken, & she ordered her usual Cinco Sampler. When the cutie waiter brought out our food, he asked who ordered the "Chinco Sampler". We cracked up. I think he felt bad. We laughed at him some more. He set the plate down in front of her. Then, he asked who ordered the chicken. We're like, "Dude, there are only two of us here." We laughed at him again. Joanie said it was hers as well, so he set the other plate down in front of her. We called him an idiot. Not to his face, though. That's just plain mean. Neither one of us ate a thing. It was sad. We just packed everything in boxes & left. We didn't even have fried ice cream. Then, we went to see the movie. It was a pointless movie. Possibly the only good things about it were Collective Soul's song, Run, being played in the background of one scene & the cutie guy who played Lance. I can never remember his name. We actually enjoyed the movie, I think. That chick who played Darcy really bothered me. She was pretty, of course, but her accent completely ruined her. Man, it was nasty. I could barely stand to watch her lips, knowing that my ears would soon have to endure the nasty sound that was sure to escape from them. Blah. (Let me just go ahead & apologize for those last few sentences right now. My thoughts about that girl's voice in NO WAY reflect how I feel about southern accents as a whole. I think they can be quite sexy, in fact. Don't send me hate mail. I'll just find out where you live & bomb your house. OK? Good.) I sang along with Run as the closing credits rolled by. People looked at me weird. I least I know I can sing. (Haha, I'm so stuck on myself.) We went home then. It was fun. I'm glad I'm actually friends with my sister. It makes things easier.
So, my friend Sheena offered to take me to see her boyfriend, Nick, play indoor soccer. He's on Mike's team, & I've been wanting to see Mike play anyway, so I was good to go. I went to her house this morning, & she drove me over to Nick's. My parents are friends with Nick's mom, so she already knew me. We sat in Nick's kitchen & talked to her & Nick's little brother & sister while we waited for him to get ready. Nick told us funny stories. We laughed. Nick never says much. Well, he never says much around most people, I should say. Mike says that Nick talks to him. I don't know if I believe that. All the way up to the indoor soccer place, Sheena & I talked, but Nick didn't say a word. It was kind of weird since they're dating, but who am I to say that couples should talk? (They should, by the way.) We got to the place. It was interesting. It reminded me of a hockey rink since it had floor-to-ceiling plexi-glass. (Well, it wasn't clear to the ceiling. It's just much easier to describe it that way. Work with me, people.) Sheena told me on the way there that they kept the place cold for the guys, but I had no idea how cold it would be. Dang. We sat down with all the guys on Nick's team, & I realized that they were all guys from my school. (Well, OK, there were two that weren't, but geez...leave me alone.) You have no idea the state of absolute glory I was in. Me...surrounded by a team of half-clothed soccer players...dang. Then, Mike's...uh...girlfriend walked in. Sheena was like, "What is SHE doing here?" I told her that she was there to see Mike. Now, I'm not going to comment on the girl since Mike claims that he reads these, but Sheena sure did have a lot to say. I thought it was rather funny. We watched the guys warm up. Dang. (Have I said "dang" at all during this post? No? Dang. There it is.) Mike's girl sat down by us, but she had to know that we were talking about her, so she moved up to the little balcony place. We talked about her some more. Our school's exchange student from Chile came to play, too. I love him to death. He was good. Rather amusing, as well. (Yes, I know that "rather amusing, as well" isn't a sentence, my friends.) He threw himself against the plexi-glass & smiled at me as I walked past him, his face all pressed against the glass. I laughed. Nick was really good, too. Sheena said that it wasn't one of his best games, so I'd like to see him playing well. This cutie kid named Spencer wasn't that good, really, but he had the kind of cheeks that are always rosy. I usually hate that on people, but they just made him adorable. (Hey, Mike, hook me up. Hint, hint.) I felt sorry for the other team. Nick's team beat them 10-4. The people beside me (who happened to be cheering for the other team) were talking about how great their team was. Sheena & I beat them with the plastic chairs we were sitting on. They kept talking. We pelted them with stir straws from our hot chocolate. They shut up. The game ended too soon. I didn't want my soccer players to leave. Mike's chick smiled at us as we were waiting for Nick to come over. We laughed. Sheena asked if they came together. I didn't know, of course. Mike came over & said something about how we came to see him. We laughed. (We didn't really laugh, but I like to write that.) We walked over to talk to Nick. We said "bye" to lovely Spencer. We left. Sheena was mad to see that Mike was taking the chick home. I laughed. (No, this time I really did, blokes.) We stopped to get gas, & Nick asked us if we wanted anything when he went to pay. He's really considerate like that. That's one of the things I appreciate about him. Considerate-ness (no, that's not really a word) is really important to me. We went to Nick's house then to watch TV. Nothing big happened. I told Nick about our Chem teacher lighting himself on fire. We all laughed. I went home & called Tracey. I went to her house & watched Rush Hour. It wasn't Jackie Chan's finest work, let me tell you. I just talked to Mike. He's watching Alice in Wonderland. He was a chick in a past life, let me tell you. Dang, I have to get off of here. Bye, all! (I don't wanna make you mad. I don't wanna meet your dad. I don't wanna be your dream come true.) Ye-ha!
Saturday the 27th of February: School sucked yesterday (as usual), but my Chemistry teacher caught himself & his room on fire. That was pretty cool. He was trying to show off doing some crazy experiment where he was blowing things up. Something exploded, & fire got thrown onto him & all around his desk. He just starting shaking his arms to put out the fire on his shirt, acting like nothing was wrong. We were also just supposed to ignore the fact that all of the papers on his desk were burning & there were gigantic flames behind his desk. We just all kind of stood & stared. Then, we laughed at him. It was fun.
After school, Mike started talking about how he wanted to make a jungle in his room with fake, plastic palm trees. He didn't know where to get them, but since my mom is the beholder of all useless information, she told him of a place he could go to find some. Being easily amused by anything, I agreed to accompany Mike on his tree-buying escapade, & told him I would call him. Tracey & I went out to eat & then I took her home. Since Mike lives 8 years away from me, & I had no idea how to get to his house, my cousin told me how to get there. Just as I was realizing that there was no possible way that I could find his house on my own, Mike called. I told him that he sounded sick, & he said he was sick, so he didn't want to do anything. I told him that was OK since my sis & I wanted to go see a movie, but I was thinking in the back of my mind that he probably had just made other plans & didn't want to tell me. (I'm so mean that way.) After I brushed my teeth & changed my outfit ten times, Mike called back & said he did want to do something, even though he was feeling bad. I changed my outfit again & left. Getting there was no problem, but I swear there was a man in a huge, white van that said "Seiman" on the side following me. I was happy right away when I got to his house, just because of the huge window they have in their kitchen. It was getting kind of dark, & the lights on in the house let me look in & see the whole family standing around inside. It's just one of those things that gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling. (Fuzzy?) Mike was wearing good shorts when I got there. I think he knows the value of good pants as well as I do. I said "hey" to his parents, & then we went back to his room. I doubt that he would really want me explaining his room to all of you psychopathic killers reading this, but let's just say that it screamed "Mike!" I sat down in his big chair & just looked around. He has a little refrigerator on his dresser where he had one of his countless detention notices hanging up, along with a very cool magnet that had a drawing of a little boy & rainbow or something on it. The magnet said, "Michael is a super kid!", I think. (Dang, I wish I had a better memory.) That was, for sure, the best part of his room, though. That & his drawings. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but dang, that boy can draw. He had this amazing...
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Saturday the 6th of February: I'm at Tracey's house yet again. We've spent a little too much time together this weekend already. We went to a little get-together at our friend Angel's house for her birthday last night. We ended up watching How Stella Got Her Groove Back. I swore that I would never see that movie just because of the disgusting title, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Actually, I ended up liking it. We planned to go bowling, but we ended up just hanging out at Angel's house all night. Tracey & I woke up early this morning to take a bath in Angel's MONSTER bathtub. (Before you get freaked out, we were wearing bathing suits, so it's all okay.) Her tub is the size of a hot tub, & it has those cool little jets, too. Now, we're getting ready to call Mike to see if he wants to go out to eat with us in a while. We want to go to Chi-Chi's. Whee!
OK, I just found out about ten minutes ago that Eve 6 & silverchair are coming to Cleveland. I could totally get myself there to see them. I knew that Eve 6 was coming to Columbus soon, but they're going to be at a club that's 18+, so I was freaking upset when I found that out. Now, I might have a chance to see them! (Tracey & I just did a happy dance.) Yipee! (Are these times contagious? I've never been this bored before. Is this the prize I've waited for? Now as the hour's passing, there's nothing left here to insure. I long to find a messenger.)
Thursday the 4th of February: I'm still without my computer, but it's in the process of being fixed, so I don't mind having to use Tracey's as much. (Plus, it gives me another reason to come to her house more often. I'm so evil.) OK, here's the week's synopsis:
I went to Blockbuster to return my movies on Monday, & saw Matt first thing when I walked in. He said hi to me, as usual. (Yeah, I realize that it's his job to say hi to me, but let's not talk about that.) Matt wasn't working behind the desk, so Shawn, another wonderful Blockbuster boy with lovely facial hair, checked me out. I'm usually very much against facial hair on young guys, but his is quite nice. As I was being checked out, guess who came in? Yes, that's right. Everyone's favourite Blockbuster worker, Kyle. He wasn't there to work, so he was wearing street clothes instead of his Blockbuster uniform. That was my first time seeing him in real clothes, but I wasn't very impressed. I mean, the boy would look good in anything, but I wanted him to be wearing something other than the usual big jeans & t-shirts that all guys wear. (Of course, I hate it when guys try too hard to dress up, though, too.) He's much better than all other guys, though. I rented The Ice Storm, by the way. I haven't watched it yet, but it has Elijah Wood in it, & he actually looks good, so I'm sure I won't hate it.
Moving on: I'm in this thing at school called Mock Trial. (If you don't know what that is, I might have to shoot you, but if you don't...too bad. I don't know how to explain it.) OK, so we were scrimmaging against a team from Pickerington, & the girl on the other team who cross-examined me told me after the trial that I was just too cute to be mean to & she felt bad. I thanked her, but what's the deal with calling me cute? You have no idea how many times I've heard that. Why is it always "cute"? I suppose I don't want girls telling me that I'm...something different, but girls aren't the only ones who call me cute. I guess there's no other way to describe me. Kind of upsetting...
A rant: What is the deal with weird guys liking skanky hoochie mamas? I just don't get it. If you're already looked down upon by society, why make it worse by hooking up with someone else who's looked down upon? I like weird guys. I'm not a hoochie mama. Just something for you to consider.
