just wanted to add that bob is my hero and i heart him so much!
Friday, March 07, 2003
ok kids, prepare yourself for a tale of horror, a tale of perversity (is that a word? it is now!), and a tale of just all around crapiness...
first a little background....bob is supposed to come over around 1am, i'm cool with this, so around 1am i get into the shower, and i'm done after about a half hour. i proceed to my room to moisturize of course, and i do that, no problem. i put on my robe (to let the lotion absorb before putting on any clothes) and walk out to the living room of my apartment. i sit down on the couch, start going through my purse to clean it out, when i hear my door open. (this is where it gets scary)
i stand up, assuming it's bob arriving at my apt, and start to walk towards the door. i see the door being very very slowly opened, and i stop and think to myself "hmm, that's odd, first of all bob would've knocked before entering, and second of all, he wouldn't be opening the door like a fucking bomb was attached to it (i.e. so slowly). so i stop mid-stride, and just stand there, waiting to see when bob's gonna get his ass in my apt. well, lo and behold, and much to my surprise, a head and some shoulders and part of a body peek into my apt. i stand there, looking at this person, at first thinking it's bob because bob has a navy hooded sweatshirt like this person was wearing, but then to my mounting horror, realize "this guy is not bob." i can't do anything at this point but stare at this guy who has just walked into my apt because 1) i'm caught off guard that it isn't bob, and 2) the way he was dressed completely freaked me out. i mean this guy had on a navy hooded sweatshirt, hood up on his head, a winter hat on his head, and a red bandana tied around his face to cover his nose and mouth. so i'm standing here staring at only this guy's eyes, and i'm dumbfounded as to what to say. finally after about 10 seconds of regarding one another, i dumbly say "hello??" and mr. stranger proceeds to step back out of my apt and close the door, all the time not saying one damn word.
at first, i just kinda say "uh, ok" to myself, but the way he was dressed and the way he entered my apt permeated my concious thinking process and i started to kind of freak out. then i thought "hey, 7 min ago i was naked in my room putting on lotion, and about 10 min before that, i was in the shower, and all this time my door was unlocked (in case bob came over while i was showering)." well naturally, i REALLY started to freak out, thinking that there might be someone lurking in jill's bedroom closet or something scary like that. so i grab the phone, dial bob's number, thank God he answers, and after realizing it's me, says "i'm on my way", to which i reply "where the fuck are you?" to which he repeats "i'm on my way" and i say "no, bob, some fucking guy just walked into my apt" and proceed to start crying. bob tells me again that he's on his way, and me not knowing what to do (remember, i'm still thinking there could be someone in my apt) grab my cigarettes (of course i do) and my phone, run to the door to lock all 3 locks, and run into my bedroom to barricade myself in there using...myself. so i'm sitting against the door, trying not to have a breakdown, peeping out of the crack in my door to make sure i don't see anyone walking around in my apt and praying that bob gets here soon. finally, bob comes over, knocks repeatedly because it took me awhile to get up the nerve to leave the safe haven of my bedroom, and i unlock the door and ask him to check jill's bedroom for any extraneous intruders. he finds no one, and all is well.
UNTIL.... me and bob are standing in the hall by the bathroom when all of a sudden my apt door opens AGAIN and in walks jill. no big deal, right? oh it was quite a big deal for me because once i saw that door opening again, i FREAKED OUT. i jumped a foot in the air and i took off like a bat out of hell, running into the living room around to the kitchen, scared out of my fucking mind and bawling like a baby. oh man.
after awhile i calm down, although i can't stop shaking for like a half hour, and start to think rationally. i'm sure this guy just had the wrong apartment, right? well, if that's the case, first of all there's tons of girly fun shit on my door, and secondly if this guy was intending on going to a friend's apt, someone he knew!, shouldn't he know that his friend wouldn't have a huge sign on his/her door that says "MARYANN IS 21 !!!" or "STOP BED WETTING"?? you'd think so. or you could take the scary route and think "oh, he was in the alley watching me put on lotion and decided to try and come in and...." ooh, too scary to think about. no i didn't have my blinds wide open while i was naked and putting on lotion. i had my blinds up so that about an inch or so showed the dark nite outside. bob later informed me that one can see into my room much more than i had originally thought, and proved this by us walking outside to look into my bedroom window. as he had said, you really can see a lot more than i had thought into my room. those blinds will be staying down for awhile.
but anyways, this is a really long blog and its 3:45am and frankly i'm tired, so i'll be going to bed now. fyi, i'm staying at bob's tonite, for good reason;) so that's my blog for the night....scary people = very very bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE SUNBELT APARTMENTS AND CREEPY PEOPLE WHO WEAR FUCKING BANDANAS OVER THEIR FACES!!!!! all he needed was a fucking cowboy hat and he could've been in a john wayne movie for chrissakes.
first a little background....bob is supposed to come over around 1am, i'm cool with this, so around 1am i get into the shower, and i'm done after about a half hour. i proceed to my room to moisturize of course, and i do that, no problem. i put on my robe (to let the lotion absorb before putting on any clothes) and walk out to the living room of my apartment. i sit down on the couch, start going through my purse to clean it out, when i hear my door open. (this is where it gets scary)
i stand up, assuming it's bob arriving at my apt, and start to walk towards the door. i see the door being very very slowly opened, and i stop and think to myself "hmm, that's odd, first of all bob would've knocked before entering, and second of all, he wouldn't be opening the door like a fucking bomb was attached to it (i.e. so slowly). so i stop mid-stride, and just stand there, waiting to see when bob's gonna get his ass in my apt. well, lo and behold, and much to my surprise, a head and some shoulders and part of a body peek into my apt. i stand there, looking at this person, at first thinking it's bob because bob has a navy hooded sweatshirt like this person was wearing, but then to my mounting horror, realize "this guy is not bob." i can't do anything at this point but stare at this guy who has just walked into my apt because 1) i'm caught off guard that it isn't bob, and 2) the way he was dressed completely freaked me out. i mean this guy had on a navy hooded sweatshirt, hood up on his head, a winter hat on his head, and a red bandana tied around his face to cover his nose and mouth. so i'm standing here staring at only this guy's eyes, and i'm dumbfounded as to what to say. finally after about 10 seconds of regarding one another, i dumbly say "hello??" and mr. stranger proceeds to step back out of my apt and close the door, all the time not saying one damn word.
at first, i just kinda say "uh, ok" to myself, but the way he was dressed and the way he entered my apt permeated my concious thinking process and i started to kind of freak out. then i thought "hey, 7 min ago i was naked in my room putting on lotion, and about 10 min before that, i was in the shower, and all this time my door was unlocked (in case bob came over while i was showering)." well naturally, i REALLY started to freak out, thinking that there might be someone lurking in jill's bedroom closet or something scary like that. so i grab the phone, dial bob's number, thank God he answers, and after realizing it's me, says "i'm on my way", to which i reply "where the fuck are you?" to which he repeats "i'm on my way" and i say "no, bob, some fucking guy just walked into my apt" and proceed to start crying. bob tells me again that he's on his way, and me not knowing what to do (remember, i'm still thinking there could be someone in my apt) grab my cigarettes (of course i do) and my phone, run to the door to lock all 3 locks, and run into my bedroom to barricade myself in there using...myself. so i'm sitting against the door, trying not to have a breakdown, peeping out of the crack in my door to make sure i don't see anyone walking around in my apt and praying that bob gets here soon. finally, bob comes over, knocks repeatedly because it took me awhile to get up the nerve to leave the safe haven of my bedroom, and i unlock the door and ask him to check jill's bedroom for any extraneous intruders. he finds no one, and all is well.
UNTIL.... me and bob are standing in the hall by the bathroom when all of a sudden my apt door opens AGAIN and in walks jill. no big deal, right? oh it was quite a big deal for me because once i saw that door opening again, i FREAKED OUT. i jumped a foot in the air and i took off like a bat out of hell, running into the living room around to the kitchen, scared out of my fucking mind and bawling like a baby. oh man.
after awhile i calm down, although i can't stop shaking for like a half hour, and start to think rationally. i'm sure this guy just had the wrong apartment, right? well, if that's the case, first of all there's tons of girly fun shit on my door, and secondly if this guy was intending on going to a friend's apt, someone he knew!, shouldn't he know that his friend wouldn't have a huge sign on his/her door that says "MARYANN IS 21 !!!" or "STOP BED WETTING"?? you'd think so. or you could take the scary route and think "oh, he was in the alley watching me put on lotion and decided to try and come in and...." ooh, too scary to think about. no i didn't have my blinds wide open while i was naked and putting on lotion. i had my blinds up so that about an inch or so showed the dark nite outside. bob later informed me that one can see into my room much more than i had originally thought, and proved this by us walking outside to look into my bedroom window. as he had said, you really can see a lot more than i had thought into my room. those blinds will be staying down for awhile.
but anyways, this is a really long blog and its 3:45am and frankly i'm tired, so i'll be going to bed now. fyi, i'm staying at bob's tonite, for good reason;) so that's my blog for the night....scary people = very very bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE SUNBELT APARTMENTS AND CREEPY PEOPLE WHO WEAR FUCKING BANDANAS OVER THEIR FACES!!!!! all he needed was a fucking cowboy hat and he could've been in a john wayne movie for chrissakes.
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
i heart my daddy so much:) he's so great!!!
(i realize that by posting this blog, it will probably be susceptible to crude jokes by certain individuals *cough*katy*cough* who enjoy "dads" so to speak, but with that realization comes the acceptance of any and all crude jokes) :) heehee, you know it's true!!!
(i realize that by posting this blog, it will probably be susceptible to crude jokes by certain individuals *cough*katy*cough* who enjoy "dads" so to speak, but with that realization comes the acceptance of any and all crude jokes) :) heehee, you know it's true!!!
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
thank goodness for wonderful people like katy who will take a deathly sick girl to the doctor and then to cvs to obtain spectacular drugs to ease the pain. hopefully i'll be all better by the end of the week:) axis on saturday, i better be well enough to go and shake my booty on the floor!!!! i heart stalking hasel with katy:)
my brother emailed me tonite, and it made me so happy because i never really talk to him about stuff, and lately my mom's been wanting me to communicate more with him in hopes that it makes his life a little easier and more enjoyable. i hope he keeps emailing me because i don't really know what's going on with him much these days, or ever really, and it makes me very regretful that i'm not there for him a little more. but hopefully we can break down these barriers to communication and i can help him out with my sage wisdom;) it's time i start thinking about someone besides myself, and i'm hoping i can start with this. it's never too late, ya know?
Sunday, March 02, 2003
lately i've been having a lot of talks with various people about all kinds of stuff, but mostly about our group of friends and stuff that's going on, and while sometimes i feel as though i'm talking behind people's backs in a bad way, on the whole i don't consider that to be what's happening. i believe everyone's entitled to their own opinions and whether or not i choose to verbalize them to certain people (ie. the people who are the topic of discussion) is my choice. lately i've been on this anti-bullshit campaign for myself, where i'm just not going to deal with crap that people may or may not give me about whatever. i realized the other day that i spent a lot of my adolescent childhood caught up in a whirlwind of pure bullshit, and that makes me unhappy, but what's in the past is just that. and i refuse to let it happen all over again. i'd like to think we're all grown ups here and can handle situations in a rational, open manner. and i'd prefer if everything was just out there and taken how it "should" be taken. i don't really know what i'm talking about now, i went off on a tangent. but basically the point of this blog is for me to tell whoever's reading this that yes, i probably talk about you with other people. yes, i gossip. yes, i'm a bitch sometimes. yes, i sometimes involve other people's business too much into my own life. but don't take it personally. really, i can't imagine that anyone reading this has NEVER done the same thing. so before you cast stones at me (if that's what your urge to do is), just think about that. this blog is not meant to be confrontational or intended towards any certain person. it's just a general musing of mine that i thought i'd post for you to read.
also, i'd like to make a few comments on something that i've been pondering for a bit...friendship. what exactly does that entail for me? well, i've just been thinking about how people are graduating and leaving, and i've been wondering to myself "am i going to miss *enter name* when he/she leaves?" most of the time, the answer is yes, i will miss this person. but what i really want to do is cut my losses. sounds harsh? let me explain......true friendship does not know any bounds, any length of time, any amount of distance. and i don't feel like i've been wasting time being friends with anyone in my life, friends are not a waste. but what if i don't ever talk to this person ever again? was that friendship not as meaningful than if i were to keep in contact with another person for the rest of my life? no it was meaningful at the time, and it always will be. but i refuse to sit here and "waste" my time trying to hold onto superficial friendships. and i know i won't. i know who's important to me, and i know who's not. i know who i will continue to keep in touch with, and i know who i'll probably never speak to again when they're gone. it's just bygones....there's no hard feelings (i hope), no love lost. i say, minus bullshit, let's enjoy time we have with people, cause after they're gone, who knows if you'll ever speak to them again? but that is in fact minus any bullshit. if someone wants to make bullshit out of an effort you or i put forth to them, then fuck em. like i said before though, this isn't directed at anyone, just random thoughts of mine. take from it what you can:)
also, i'd like to make a few comments on something that i've been pondering for a bit...friendship. what exactly does that entail for me? well, i've just been thinking about how people are graduating and leaving, and i've been wondering to myself "am i going to miss *enter name* when he/she leaves?" most of the time, the answer is yes, i will miss this person. but what i really want to do is cut my losses. sounds harsh? let me explain......true friendship does not know any bounds, any length of time, any amount of distance. and i don't feel like i've been wasting time being friends with anyone in my life, friends are not a waste. but what if i don't ever talk to this person ever again? was that friendship not as meaningful than if i were to keep in contact with another person for the rest of my life? no it was meaningful at the time, and it always will be. but i refuse to sit here and "waste" my time trying to hold onto superficial friendships. and i know i won't. i know who's important to me, and i know who's not. i know who i will continue to keep in touch with, and i know who i'll probably never speak to again when they're gone. it's just bygones....there's no hard feelings (i hope), no love lost. i say, minus bullshit, let's enjoy time we have with people, cause after they're gone, who knows if you'll ever speak to them again? but that is in fact minus any bullshit. if someone wants to make bullshit out of an effort you or i put forth to them, then fuck em. like i said before though, this isn't directed at anyone, just random thoughts of mine. take from it what you can:)
so i was excited about the kegger and everything, and i was having such a good time, until some little piece of shit made my nite crap. not that i didn't have fun, but the whole experience of it pissed me off and made me think that friendship, i mean true friendship, may just not matter to some people. i can't really explain that statement without offending someone, so i won't. but if i see that guy again and he gets in my business for a fucking 3rd time, it's on. i don't give a shit. i don't think i'm a rude person in general, but by golly i also don't think i need to listen to someone who doesnt' even know me talk shit to me. fuck that.
