bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- episode #473 Know what rules? Honey Nut Peanut Butter. I wouldn't have thought to myself that peanut butter was the kinda thing that needed some jazzing up, but after having partaken in the honey peanut butter as well as those magnificent peanut/chocolate spreads, all i can say is KUDOS. Have i told you that i am a freak magnet? Yes? Good. Here's another freak story from the logs at beth b. So, friday night, i clambor down to the metro, awaiting a train, and there's a gaggle of teenage-looking kids all screwing around, one's doing push-ups on the floor (and all i can think is 'ewwww.....hope you can wash your hands soon) and just generally being kids y'know? I chose to sit on the bench facing away, because i just want to leave them alone and be left alone, because quite frankly, i've been in a mood where everyone and everything is pissing me off lately. so, this kid in a black skull cap and big puffy red jacket comes up and sits next to me and is all 'hey, what's going on, can i get your number?' and i look at him, i think he's probably 16 and what the fuck- did he just ask me for my number after having sat next to me for 1.4 seconds? So i pat him on the hand and i say 'thanks, but i think i'm too old for you', you know, all maternal like, and he tells me that he's 23 and i ask for ID, which he tells me he left in his friend's house. So, he asks me how old i am, and i say 27, and he gets all indignant and 'that ain't that much older' and i say that the last guy i went out with was 23 and it just wasn't my thing and yadda yadda yadda and he says 'well how do you know i'm a guy?' gotta admit, that one caught me off guard. so i look at him and i say 'Oh! maybe you're not. i'm sorry!' so then she (um, yeah) asks starts asking all these questions and i'm fielding them as fast as i can and i'm like 'amy'. 'no, i don't live around here, i was visiting a friend' 'i live up by U st.' 'we were watching a movie....Dick' (because my ulterior motives are to get everyone in the world to watch that movie. it's brilliantly funny)(and i figure if i'm not giving out my numbers, i'll at least make up a movie "we" watched) and then she says 'so, you're not going to give me your number' and i said 'no, i'm seeing this guy and things are going well right now...'(oh sigh, why couldn't that at least have been true) and *then* she says 'so you're not gay? damn' and gets up and leaves me alone. actually, i guess this isn't so much a freak story as it is a 'what the fuck just happened?' story. First, i dunno why she would have thought i was gay, from merely riding the escalator down to the platform and sitting on a bench, second, that *anyone* would assume another person would give out their phone number on the metro to a complete stranger is just something i don't get. I've only been asked for my phone number *twice* in my entire lifetime. (that was one of them) seriously. I am not a pretty girl, people. I am what is often euphanisticly referred to as "the pretty girl's best friend". at least that's what i was all through high school and college....and i guess a little in grad school. speaking of grad school, i had a friend from Ohio U. come down this weekend. And you know what? It was good to see him, but it was great to see him go. The whole time, all i could think was 'were you this dumb back then?' and 'when did you turn into a woman?' he paints his nails clear and took more time than i did getting ready. he's just gotten so extremely vain. *annnnnnddd* we actually had a debate over who we thought was cuter - N*SYNC or the backstreet boys. AND HE'S NOT GAY! his whole arguement for why the back street boys were cuter is that he would rather look like the BSB, whereas he thinks N*SYNC are goofy looking. Esp. justin, to which i told him he was dating britney spears (and good lord allmighty- why do i know this shit....) and he said nuh uhh....but they so totally are, and everyone knows it. He's such a......a.....a..mouth breather. oh, and he was just rude to people....like waiters and cab drivers. and that's not cool in my book. Gotta flu shot today. a woman at work organized it. i should thank her for that. here's to a flu-free year. I'm bummed i didn't get to write anything on 01-01-01. how cool is that. i love numbers when they do funny things. I got to do a little carpentry project at work today. nice and quick. but i cut this sexxy (if i do say so myself) curve on the leg of the book stand that i built. it was nice to do some carpentry again. i just wish that i could find safety glasses that don't slide down my nose. my nose is ridiculously small. seriously. i had the smallest nose at my undergraduate school's theatre dept. i wonder if there are other girls who have a constant dilema of ill-fitting eye protection. the following stuff is for me, and is probably not interesting to you, so i would just stop reading now. Grandpa is finally out of ICU. He's walking and eating. Less delerious. mom and dad think it was the morphine. he's starting physical therapy today. i hope he's ok with it. dad had to convince him into it. he flat out refused the nurse the other day. it was so scary to see him in that bed. he looked so small and different. i don't know when they're going to move him back home. i can't imagine it would be before February. i mean, how do you set ribs? especially on an 85 year old man. i don't think you can. i wonder if he talks to his wife. 23:32:49 - 2001-01-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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