check it out, boys

Kinda due to the fact that I had new carpet being laid in (and I finally got it too!! big thumbs up to paradigm properties), I haven't been wearing pants all week. And before that can be misconstrued to something indecent, let me elaborate. I ALWAYS wear jeans. Always. But, this entire week it's been skirts and shorts, and I've been looking pretty cute this week.

Wednesday, Dinielle and I dropped by Panda for some sushi, and I had an anaphylactic moment. Dr. Can's sushi, no less. Yeps, he figures, if he can't have me, he should either poison me or disfigure me. Isn't that right, Dr. Can????? Oh, and I find out by email that my Dynamics professor cancelled Friday's exam. Actually, it was cancelled by UF Administrators. Ha... someone's gonna get banned from teaching undergrad by the end of spring semester. AGAIN! =p He should be shot right now... well, not shot, but maybe tortured with having to watch ten-hours recording of his own lectures. yeah, that sounds about right.

Thursday. Went to orgo lecture (bore), went to a bio eng class (pointless), and went to work (walking zombie). I was so out of it, and I still went to a party at Mr. President's apartment complex. I arrived oh so fashionably late that by the time I got there, people started leaving. Hehehe... whoops. Mr. President hardly left my side that night, and Dr. Can's brother was giving me the eye contact. HOLLER! a guy was trying to holler at me for his friend. Filipino boys are such retards, but oh so fun to mess with. Straight from the party, I headed out with Fairygodmother to Steak and Shake, and we met up with Dr. Can, his brother, and three other guys who would be privileged for me to remember their names right now. =p Me and a bunch of guys. For some reason, I like that so much better than hanging out with girls. Then... Me and fairygodmother drove around Gainesville for about three or four hours, hitting up random places. unforgettable times.

I think this will have to be a two-parter, b/c i'm supposed to be heading home. Five-hour drives suuuuuuuuck.

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These dreams go on when I close my eyes

You were looking at me nervously the entire time, and then finally you approached me. You handed me a letter, and you stayed as I opened to read it. I could not read all of it, but the first line said I love you. I hugged you so tightly, and I gave you a kiss.

I feel like this was more than a dream-- as if, it were some inexplicable connection at that moment in time between you and me-- and I blush to think that maybe you dreamt the same thing at that very moment. Have dreams ever made you wonder like that?

I have wondered what I would do if you were to ever approach me, so I guess now I know. And, even though it was only a dream, I don't know if I could ever look at you the same way again.

Never have I ever...

...been so out of it around a campfire before. Woodser. was. !!

I'll try to recount as much as I can without recounting stuff that should remain smoldered with that fire, but as you well know, I like counting and recounting. I'm from Florida, after all... state where impregnated chads were born.

It started at Saturday, 11am... officially. I showed up at the parking lot, as told to by the email, and it was not until 12:30 or so that we left the parking lot. What is it about Filipinos where they are incapable of showing up on time for these things??

We got there and within minutes they start grilling the hot dogs and hamburger meat. Meat. It always has to be meat. Why can't they grill carrot sticks or fish, or tofu even?? Some went tubing. I went to my bag and brought out my Maerials textbook. Some played volleyball. I took a nap. Such a nerd, I know. But, that was Saturday afternoon.

Then, the campfire started. The guitar was played. Smores were passed around. The beer keg was tapped. The hard stuff were opened. Until 9:30 or so, I stayed away from the latter two, but then I got sucked into a truth or dare game going on and was dared to take two shots. Then I took two more. And that's all it took.

Revelations and more were disclosed amidst the drunken bachannal. Certain things I'd rather have not heard made me question my behavior in the past, and I will admit that I did cry about it. Fairygodmother got me to join him at the campfire, while i was heavily intoxicated, and he told me to hold out my fingers. They said earlier that day they would play ten fingers. All I could remember was the fire, hanging on to Fairy Godmother so that I could still stand, and a voice yelling "Never have I ever..." and lots of laughs. At some point in the game, it was down to my fairygodmother and me. A loud voice from the other side of the flames yelled out, "Never have I ever fantasized about..." why was it that damned makulit's name?!? And, yes... I put my finger down. But, I ended up winning anyway. I know winning at a game like that is good, but I don't know if it's good that everyone knows now what a saint I've been. Still waiting for my prize, by the way. =p

Various guys I think were vying for my attention throughout Woodser, but I want to devote this next paragraph to Fairygodmother. It was after my first two shots, and before the next two shots. He was losing his buzz, and he was trying to get me to confide in him who else in FSA I could possibly be interested in. Repeatedly I asked him why he wanted to know... why he wanted to help me.

"You are the sweetest girl I know. You're smart, you're attractive, and you deserve to be happy. You are up there, as far as girls go."

Up there, referring to that notorious comparative measuring scale that boys use to pit girls against each other based on "girlfriend material." Well... at least I'm up there. Oh yeah... I do think he's holding something for me. I also want to add that I would not be averse to any of his approaches, but I think he has a problem with my attraction for Dr. Can. FORMER attraction. And, I did give him ample opportunity to say something to me. Anything at all. But. He didn't. So. Maybe he doesn't. Whatever. All I know is, sometimes, I'll catch him staring at me. But, for now, I'm happy to be friends with him.

Lastly: Jerk award goes to Mr. ASU. In ten fingers, when it was down to Me and my fairygodmother, he screamed out, "Never have I ever been kissed by Mr. ASU!" and then he ran straight at me. Nearly tackled me. I was already holding onto Fairy Godmother because I couldn't stand on my own, and when he came at me, with my free hand I pushed him off me. But, lots of people came up to me Sunday morning and asked if he did kiss me. Ha ha, he wished he did that night. Better luck next time. Jerk. Next day, I pointed at him and laughed while he ran away in horror. I don't know why my friend is attracted to him.

Sunday morning horoscope: Something has changed about you, and everyone notices it. Enjoy the attention.

i've been a bad, baaaaad girl...

Okay, so what were my Lenten things? No drinking anything other than water, and no messing around with these makulits... among other things. Okay... so, what? I put on the most scandalous top my roommate owns, and mess around with the boys in arkadia. The Doctor wasn't there, but his brother surely was eyeing me. And, wait a minute-- did I sense Leaner trying to flirt again? I don't know. I don't want to think about it. I thought he got the hint???? grr...... Speaking of which, Tiger is being a punk. Cold shouldering me in the restaurant, and then all over me at the club? Mr. President was all up on me tonight-- haha, niiiice. Fairy Godmother "roped" me in for a dance.... I'm sensing something from him. I would say that I don't want to be so presumptuous, but then again, I don't care. It's too early in the morning... that'll be left for another blog. And... oh! A new guy. Let's call him Trier... because he's been trying to get into my pants. HAHA, what a joke. And, go fig, he works with me. Like everyone else. I need to get away from them. He's a nice guy, but oh so nasty. Don't like his backstory, don't like his intentions. Blah. AND... annnd.... What the heck, Mr. ASU?! First, he was getting me to come back to his place for a "party"-- all in drunken jest, I assure you-- but then he gets Leaner, and he says, "no! you two should be together!" I was going to have a heart attack.

Work sucked butt tonight. Poor Sandy, I felt so bad for her. She had to close solo tonight, and Mr. Boss Panda wouldn't let me help. And, in the end he yelled at the both of us. Then, she said something I could never have said: "Look at this face. I'm not happy right now." OMG, I was going to die of shock. I would have just shook my head and bore it. The boss didn't get too angry, which was even more of a shock, although he was a bit serious about having her consider not coming back to work. SO, after being berated and feeling worse than the bacteria that live in dog crap, we went to arkadia... and you can tell by my rambling in the previous paragraph that all was well, as far as heathenistic fun goes.

I need to pray... and repent... and alot more. =/

second sitings

Today was the second time in my life that I had ever seen a robin. Laugh, or call me trivial, but I would call this a milestone. I don't ever recall seeing one in Texas, although one robin website claims that they are spread throughout the continent. The first time I'd ever seen a robin was actually a few days ago while I was walking to my apartment. I don't know how I could have never seen a robin up until this point... maybe I have some repressed robin memories that would rather not surface.

Other than that, today was pretty depressing. Allergies and extreme hunger kept me from getting out of bed. I went to only one class, and in that class we literally dealed with dog crap. We're trying to determine the rate of anaerobic digestion of the bacteria living in the crap. Yes, this is my major. Glamorous, right?

I want out of this whole shizzz.....

Thank God Lent is coming up... and I never thought I'd be looking forward to the abstinence. Don't want to go into any details regarding what... or who... I would abstain from, but... umm... yeah. Makulit-- that's what they are.

I did manage to set the Leaner on his own two feet, so that he won't have to lean on me. =p And through it all, he thanked me in the end for being straightforward with him. Okay... why didn't I do this sooner?? hahaha... what a great laugh. As long as he doesn't pull any stunts on me again, I think I'll have smooth sailing.

Now, for my last-minute blogger confessional, if I never get to a church between now and Easter.

~I spread gossip more than I spread love
~I have been driving without a license for quite a while now
~I spend more time doing nothing than getting things done

Okay... will think of more later. Gotta get back to organic

That other makulit

Today I decided to go to work in a miniskirt and white shirt. Man, was I getting hit on... and also mad tips. Hooray! One thing noticeably absent was Tiger's agressive pursuit. I kinda miss it.. the flirting. =/

However shall I get through the Friday nights now? ahhh....

That makulit

I don't care if he is sick or not, the fact remains that he's not into me. I don't want to be one of those pathetic souls who regularly quotes self-help books, but... he's just not that into you if he doesn't call. If he were into you, he'd take at least five minutes from his busy schedule to make that phone call. I don't need him... I got at least 10 other guys after me. =p Granted, none are as interesting as he is, but maybe that's because i'm not giving the other guys a chance to be interesting... That doesn't include you, Leaner, so get back-- you don't know me like that.

Tonight is it...

Or so my dear fairy godmother says. Also looked up the horoscopes...

Everything's so good for you now that it's like nothing has ever been bad. Don't get used to it, but have fun with it -- and invite others along for the ride.

Intense -- that's what people might call you right now, and they mean it in the best, most intriguing and sexy way. Work your magic; it won't be hard, considering how drawn to you everyone is.

Better fasten you seatbelt and put your table tray in the upright position -- because there's a bit of a bumpy ride ahead. For the moment, you can expect one of several rather unusual scenarios to unfold: a) a new and unusual addition to your family; b) a career opportunity in an entirely different field; c) the chance to move to a place you've always wanted to live or d) all of the above. See? Buckle up, now.

However, since I know myself all too well, probably I'll let the moment slip by. I'll be too nervous and just not do anything. My roommate, fairy godmother, and the night-blooming lily I think have more vested interest in this than I do. I don't want to sound pessimistic or overly-redundant, but I really don't think he's into me. =/

I'm afraid of the rejection too.

I should just become a singing nun and frolic around the Austrian Alps, singing "The Hills Are Alive."

Why is it that I want the guys who show the least interest while I have so many others? How is it that Dr. Can doesn't seem to show any apparent interest? He's seen me sexy, flirty, sporty, smart, talented, caring, competative, etc. What have I not done?

He must be gay. Yeah.... that's it. I should have seen it coming when he wore the pink shirt that one time. Bright Flamingo Pink.

Lasagna Night

Every time there is a guy we want to treat, Brigette will prepare a big pan of lasagna. One night, the doctor made an unexpected visit, and it was Lasagna night for the MFT. So B, being very intrigued about Dr. Can, offered some lasagna, and from that night the lasagna night tradition was born.

Wednesday is a scheduled Lasagna Day, and B told me to invite Dr. Can to come over. So, anyway, I'm walking through the Reitz today, and I run into the president. We get to small talk, and he tells me that the doctor told him that I was cooking lasagna for him. Shocked, I was, to hear this... and then I assumed all over again that Dr. was trying play matchmaker. I overreacted... made a few phone calls... and then called Dr. He said the Prez was playing around. Sigh of relief.

I talked to mr. Fairygodmother about it, and he was totally sweet about the whole situation. He is nothing but encouragement and just the biggest ego-booster. Every girl should have one, and I'm glad I have him. Sometimes, though, I wonder what his motives are... what he's really thinking... why, if he's so knowledgeable, is he still unattached? Maybe I should have a lasagna night for him.