Cute guy shocked me.....

Cute boy shockedme. Cute boy with the blonde highlights in the white t-shirt, brown shorts with the white racing stripe down the side shocked me. It took me about two minutes after the initial shock to realize that cute boy was not speaking some foreign language but ENGLISH.

"What did you say?"

"Are you reading A Confederacy of Dunces?"

"Yeah, I'm just beginning it." (The treadmill that I was on kicked it up a notch at that moment causing me to stumble........grace, thy name is John)

"It's one of my all time favorite books."

"Kewl!"

"It's just so satirical and intrinsic."

"Kewl." (Note to self, learn other words!)

"Well, I just saw you reading it and wanted to see how you liked it."

"That's kewl." (FOR CHRIST SAKE AT LEAST GET A FREAKING THESAURUS FOR OTHER WORDS TO REPLACE KEWL)

Cute boy left and began running on the treadmill. I looked at the three books in front of me. I picked up the book he was talking about and quickly returned it to the holder. I couldn't read it now cause it would look like I'm only reading it cause he had mentioned it. Dammit, cute boy shocked me~!

Monday

I'm sitting here just thinking. I'm listening to "Blame it on the Weatherman" by B*Witched. It's one of those days where I see the sun, I appreciate it but I wish I it was raining. One of those hard rains where you can see the water splashing against the ground.

It's times like this I dream I'm in some cafe in some far away place. The trees outside are swaying and people who were caught without their umbrellas are running to and fro with their daily papers over their heads. The glass is splattered with rain drops clinging to it. I know I have to go home, and I have no umbrella, but somehow, that doesn't worry me. For the time being, it's raining just for me.

My Guy, My Guy, My Guy, Talking bout...Myyyyy Guyyyyy.

Me and my friend Catarina went to the Harrington Slots last night. On the trip over we kept noticing hot guys all along the way. It seemed to be boys in tight jeans with wife beaters and tattoos night. We were LOVING IT!

Everywhere we seemed to stop guys seemed to swarm. It was eye candy night, and we were window shopping. Me being in my usual amorous nature, could barely control myself. After several leers, jeers and impromptu braking, we finally made it to the slots.

We walked in the door and immediately came face to face with a 5'12, white, bone-thin, secuirty guard wearing tan trousers and a green button up shirt. His top front teeth seemed to just hang over his bottom lip. He was geeky/goofy looking and totally not my type. Before the door even shut from our entrance, he shouted very loudly, "I'M YOUR GUY!"

My friend Catarina immediately turned to me and said, "There you go!"

Lady in the Water

This past Tuesday, I went to the movies with my friend to see Lady In the Water. I thought it was a horror movie, but it was not. It did have an interesting plot, but I thought the execution of it was very very poor.

One thing that made me not enjoy the movie was the kids at the back of the theater constantly talking and fooling around. I kept wishing I had a remote that would put them in a soundproof bubble so they would never disturb another movie-goer again. Unfortunately, I haven't perfected that technology yet.

Another aspect that kept me from drawing myself inside the movie was the name M. Night Shyamalan choose for his fairytale character....the NARF. People who know me, know my love of the cartoon Pinky and the Brain from warner brothers Animaniacs. One of Pinky's favorite catch phrases was "NARF!" Everytime they mentioned the fairytale character's name, I wanted to look at my friend and say, "Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"