apparently people have been requesting that I update this thing... strange. I guess I always knew it was in a public place, but the idea that someone actually IS reading it - as opposed to the idea that they theoretically could - is kind of bizarre.
I mean, who are you people? what do these names mean to you? what about these words and the way they are compiled compelled you to click that little box? I guess I'll never know.
sitting alone today tapping my foot, wondering how it's possible that all this jittery nervous energy lies dormant inside of me until the moment I have a crush on a boy and I'm waiting for him to call. the phone seemed to have grown in both physical size and significance as the hours of the day wore on. every time it buzzed with an unrelated call or message I started, taking a deep breath before trying to convince myself I didn't care whether it was him or not. what a joke.
when he actually did call - at 5:38pm - I just watched it ring.
he didn't let it get all the way to voicemail before the ringer went silent, and I sat staring at it like it was a foreign object for like a whole minute before I finally picked it up, dismissed the missed call alert, and set it back down.
what now?
I suppose I'm supposed to call him back, giggle through the nervous speech blunders I'll inevitably make, agree to whatever plans he suggests... eventually be in a room alone with him, twirling my hair, giggling some more, perching on things - ready to flee at the first sign that I'm undesirable.
I guess I'll drink a beer while I think about it.
I mean, who are you people? what do these names mean to you? what about these words and the way they are compiled compelled you to click that little box? I guess I'll never know.
sitting alone today tapping my foot, wondering how it's possible that all this jittery nervous energy lies dormant inside of me until the moment I have a crush on a boy and I'm waiting for him to call. the phone seemed to have grown in both physical size and significance as the hours of the day wore on. every time it buzzed with an unrelated call or message I started, taking a deep breath before trying to convince myself I didn't care whether it was him or not. what a joke.
when he actually did call - at 5:38pm - I just watched it ring.
he didn't let it get all the way to voicemail before the ringer went silent, and I sat staring at it like it was a foreign object for like a whole minute before I finally picked it up, dismissed the missed call alert, and set it back down.
what now?
I suppose I'm supposed to call him back, giggle through the nervous speech blunders I'll inevitably make, agree to whatever plans he suggests... eventually be in a room alone with him, twirling my hair, giggling some more, perching on things - ready to flee at the first sign that I'm undesirable.
I guess I'll drink a beer while I think about it.
