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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Waffle House Spice and Everything Nice

First off, i'm chewing gum rather fast, saying to myself in my head that i can no longer have cigarettes; they're gone from my life forever. It's very irritating to think of it, consequently, i'll think of other things i can do. Like writing!

So i've been going to summer gym still, and i've been seeing things i shouldn't be seeing; example: bigger people--too be politcally correct--getting out of the pool with their butt crack hanging out, guys with huge nipples owning up to their huge nipples with huge THO, and finally people losing their swimming trunks while doing laps. I laugh at all these. We were treading water in the deep end while everyone was playing marco-polo--you know, the fun pool game where there's someone saying "marco" and everyone responds with "polo" so the "marco" person can find one of the "polo" people--and Mrs. Ren wasn't paying any attention to us. Naturely, i had to pull a good prank. I said aloud, "she's not even paying attention and that didn't grab her attention. So, i starting yelling loudly, "where'd Jimmy go, oh my god, where did Jimmy go, he's not here", while looking frantically in both directions, turning fast. Mrs. Ren looked over bewildered and realized there was no kid named Jimmy in my class. She started laughing, saying it was a good one on my part. Treading water is hard when you have to do it without any arm movement, moving your legs in and out as to keep your head above water and holding your arms above the water to show you're not using them. That becomes a big workout. There's only a few good things about going to the swimming pool for summer gym: you don't have to walk 3 miles, you don't have to run laps, and you can just sit in the kids section, collecting sun rays--less or no sweating.

At waffle house there was the common workers, doing their common, everday work routine of cleaning the floors and replacing the light bulbs--okay, maybe replacing the light bulbs is new. Michelle, Seirra, and i were sitting, drinking coffee, and talking about random stuff, and the topic of relationships came up--go figure. Michelle said max bitched her out for not spending time with her friends and, instead, spending time with aaron. Made me think of all the times when i asked max to hang a few months back, always saying he had plans with racheal to do such and such at so and so's. Now that he's having problems with his girlfriend he's complaining that me, michelle, and jer aren't putting their friends first. It made me pissed, grinning on the inside when she said that. Max rarely calls me to do anything, unless it involves spending money to go to one of his shows with his band, and like anyone else ever calls me to hang out--what friends? I still consider Jer, George, Max, Nick, and Chris my friends, but, honestly, when do they ever initiate a gathering, inviting me? I'm always the last one to find out about all the stuff that goes on. I do understand that i have to want to hang out in order to hang out, but they don't even call me. Behh, it's not hopeless, just frustrating.

Stephanie and i had our 7th month anniversary yesterday. I came over to her house after summer gym, getting dropped off by my sister, Audrey, and hung around her place for the rest of the day--it was very nice. Only three cigarettes were smoked by me; she had none. We watched two movie Hostage and Lion King 1 & 1/2, watching as much as we could without getting too distracted by one another. I'd look over and she'd be looking at me and visa versa for both movies. She fixed my shirt and pants, and she gave me a nice shirt with some comedy on it. Hostage with Bruse Willis was a good action movie, and i recommend it to anyone that likes a good action movie or Bruse Willis, seeing as Bruse has a few scenes with his scrubby, i-haven't-shaved-in-week's look. The Lion King 1 & 1/2 was a good comedy movie, making me laugh a few times. Dedra, Stephanie's psycho neighbor came knocking on the door, and we all ignored her. Stephanie's mom said, "if you wanna talk to her Orion, go ahead", and i just laughed. The lady wouldn't leave us alone. I feel sorry for her, but, jesus, take a hint Dedra, no one wants to talk to you. Her mom made some good food, tortellini in mushroom sause, and we ate while watching the rest of the lion king movie, savoring every bite. That stuff was de-freakin-licious. When i had to say goodbye and goodnight, i was out of it, despising the idea of leaving her again. I even miss her now.

Sorry I'm so ADD, I can't help it; I'll be twitchy for the next few days i image, anticipating the twitches from withdraw.

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