Hmmm. Lots to say today. Thursday night I went dancing and William blew my off quite obviously. I really couldn't care less about him, it just hurt my ego mostly. Last night I sent Jared a text asking wut up, and he replied "nuttin :P" I sent one back saying, "Oh. How interesting, " and he didn't reply. I sent another saying, "Why you no reply, you no like me no mo?" He didn't reply to that one either. Now I haven't talked to him at all, but I'm guessing he was on a date. I remember on our first date he kept getting text messages and he told me they were from the girl he had been dating, and how annoying she was and wouldn't leave him alone. I could just picture him saying those things about me last night. *shrug* I could be completely wrong, but I doubt it. Of course, we don't have a commitment, so we're both aloud to date other people, but it's possible that I've been dumped by two guys in one week. That don't help the self esteem none, I'll tell you. But I'm surprisingly cool about it. I dunno. After the William experience I was really shaken up, but I came to terms with the fact that I need to be patient and wait to see what happens as far as relationships are concerned, so I'm being level headed about it. The big problem is that I am SO ready to be married, and not just for the sex like in the past, but for the whole package (no pun intended). But obviously it's not time yet. Fortunately, I got to spend all evening with Kiera watching chick flicks, so I didn't have to sit at home obsessing. Yay! Thanks Kiera!
Jason got in contact with me again. He hasn't really talked to me since we met back on November 31st, and I told him I thought that he thought I was boring, and he said, no, he felt like he was an ass that night. Plus, he felt like he was spending too much time in front of the computer and needed to get out more. *shrug* I dunno. He was trying to get me to come over last night, but it was almost one in the morning and I had to decline. He's not as cute as I would usually like, and I really didn't feel like there was a spark, but I enjoy talking to him, and I wouldn't mind dating him a little to keep objective about you-know-who. He knows all about Jared (and William), too (as well as the fact that I don't put out), so if he still wants to get involved with me, hey, man, not my fault. Right? That's ok, right? Say it's all right. . .please?
A girl that I met on myspace who lives in Alaska and is also a Mormon single parent IM'd me last night. She had been complaining in the past about how there are no single Mormon guys up there, so she feels like she doesn't even have a choice and will never get married. Well, her boyfriend who's in the Navy, told her that he's been meeting with the missionaries and he's decided to get baptized. He also asked her to marry him and gave her quite a shiny rock for her finger. (She sent me a picture. Pretty.) Dammit. Even chicks in a barren wasteland can find a good guy. I'm happy for her, but it made me feel defective.
This morning I was awakened by strange rumblings from my stomach at exactly 7:41, and soon there after every bit of nutrition or liquid I have taken in recently decided to take a hasty departure through the exit in as expeditious and liquidy way as possible. That's been going on every since. I also have a fever of 101.7 degrees. At least I'm not throwing up, though. So that's fun. Needless to say, I'm taking a pass from tae kwon do today. Wouldn't want to spoil my nice white uniform. :) But on the up side, my weight is down to 175! That's what I weighed in high school when I saw a picture of myself and decided I was a gargantuan mammoth and didn't eat for three days straight. I wonder if my choir dress would fit me again. hmm. It's so weird, though, cause I STILL don't feel all that different. I mean, I know I'm smaller, and when I put on old clothes they fall off me, but when I look in the mirror, I don't feel like I look that different. Which obviously isn't true. Maybe it's cause I lost it so gradually. Or maybe I have a body perception disorder. :) Ten more pounds and I will be to the absolute highest peak of my ideal weight range, or as Joey put it so succinctly, "Oh, so if you lose ten more pounds, you'll be the fattest you should ever be." Yep. That's a brother all right. I'm aiming for around 145, though, so that's still 30 more pounds. I can't believe I'm so close! I want to be there NOW dammit! Yesterday outside of Kiera's house, two guys in a truck were checking me out hard core, which I used to hate when I was young and skinny. Now that I'm old, I love it! Bring on the stares, gentlemen, just keep the crass comments and hands to yourself. I choose who gets to do that stuff. :)
3 comments:
i've just spent over an hour going over all your posts that i've missed in the past month. phew! you've got a pretty kooky life there girly. sounds like you need a stick to beat the boys off with.
I hope I didn't get you sick! That sucks! Congrats on the weight thing though! You now only weigh like five more pounds then me, which in the world of weight is nothing. If you weren't like 12 ft taller than me, I probably have clothes that would fit you... I'm sorry your boys are being stupid, but they have small brains, so what can you do. Hope you get feeling better! :D
Cainnum: you know, if you'd keep up you could do it small increments. :) Glad you're back though!
Kiera: Everyone's been sick, so I don't think you can pin it down to one person. And I'm not 12 ft taller than you, just 6 ft. :) It's true about boys. What are ya gonna do? Can't live with em, can't shoot them.
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