I am Goob. I am sitting in my underwear in front of my computer, wishing I had a better toned stomach so my Halloween costume will look really good this coming weekend. My random shuffle has 4414 songs remaining, and it is currently playing "Lazy Flies" by Beck. I am thinking of the Chocolate Cherry Cordial frozen yogurt that is in my freezer, and wondering how much a small bowl of that will influence my belly shape. I am keeping an eye on my AIM list, in case the Ex appears. I am avoiding homework. I am avoiding housework. I am avoiding any productivity. I have enough of that during the day. I think I will go watch another episode of "Sex and the City". I feel guilty for liking that show so much. I feel guilty for filling the "woman" stereotype in any way.
When I was in high school, I had a crush on a boy.* His name was Bryan and he had lovely curly brown hair. He and some friends made some kind of bet, and he vowed not to cut his hair for a year. His hair was very curly, and it began to form a golden brown mass of ringlets all around his head. In the beginning, he wore a baseball cap. The hat was blue, with a red letter "B" on the front. The hat suited him so well. I never knew until this week that it was a Boston Red Sox hat. Later, as the year came and went and Bryan decided he liked his hair too much to cut it, he outgrew the hat. I don't think it ever fit again. I still see him around occassionally. I say hello, and sometimes give an awkward hug. I am sure he knows I had the silly crush, and it is nice of him to be so friendly. I wonder if I should tell him that every time I see a Red Sox hat, I think of him?
*that is an understatement. I had so many crushes on so many boys that I had at least 3 or 4 to stare at in each class. Any boy that was nice to me, any boy that was "cute", any boy that made me laugh, any boy that challenged authority, any boy that was unique in any way was added to my list. When I graduated, I went through the yearbook and counted every boy I'd crushed on to any degree. It turned out to be nearly half of the male members of the graduating class. Yep, I was a lonely little Goob. The only time I ever dated a boy from my school was in 9th grade in Computer Club for a few weeks. I was 14 and he was 12. He didn't like kissing with tongue. The other boy I dated in high school was a guy who went the local Catholic school. I was in 11th grade, and he was in 10th. We decided to get married. We were "engaged" for a little over a month before I told him I didn't think we should plan so far ahead, and I called off the engagement. The next day he dumped me for another girl. Our entire relationship lasted exactly two months.
Yep.
Now my random shuffle is playing "Headphones" by Bjrk.
When I was in high school, I had a crush on a boy.* His name was Bryan and he had lovely curly brown hair. He and some friends made some kind of bet, and he vowed not to cut his hair for a year. His hair was very curly, and it began to form a golden brown mass of ringlets all around his head. In the beginning, he wore a baseball cap. The hat was blue, with a red letter "B" on the front. The hat suited him so well. I never knew until this week that it was a Boston Red Sox hat. Later, as the year came and went and Bryan decided he liked his hair too much to cut it, he outgrew the hat. I don't think it ever fit again. I still see him around occassionally. I say hello, and sometimes give an awkward hug. I am sure he knows I had the silly crush, and it is nice of him to be so friendly. I wonder if I should tell him that every time I see a Red Sox hat, I think of him?
*that is an understatement. I had so many crushes on so many boys that I had at least 3 or 4 to stare at in each class. Any boy that was nice to me, any boy that was "cute", any boy that made me laugh, any boy that challenged authority, any boy that was unique in any way was added to my list. When I graduated, I went through the yearbook and counted every boy I'd crushed on to any degree. It turned out to be nearly half of the male members of the graduating class. Yep, I was a lonely little Goob. The only time I ever dated a boy from my school was in 9th grade in Computer Club for a few weeks. I was 14 and he was 12. He didn't like kissing with tongue. The other boy I dated in high school was a guy who went the local Catholic school. I was in 11th grade, and he was in 10th. We decided to get married. We were "engaged" for a little over a month before I told him I didn't think we should plan so far ahead, and I called off the engagement. The next day he dumped me for another girl. Our entire relationship lasted exactly two months.
Yep.
Now my random shuffle is playing "Headphones" by Bjrk.
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