Month: May 2004

I am so embarrassed.

There’s this kid in college, Keith, who I had a crush on. Instead of kind of whimpering about it, I went up to him and asked him to “hang out” [read: go on a date] and he said “yes”. We went to watch Requiem for a Dream and then a late dinner at some famous diner in NYC.

granted, I was ecstatic. Needless to say, we had fun but there was no “chemistry” I suppose. I mean, it was a good time, but I didn’t go home dreaming of him at night and I’m sure he didn’t either.

Anyway, so I see him on Friendster! Good ol’ Keith. And so, thinking it would be harmless, I wrote how I used to have a crush on him.

Oh GOD. And he responded with THIS testimonial:

*** Sharon had a crush on me in college. Maybe the other Keith too, but definitely me because she asked me to hang out one time and I said “okay” and a bunch of people I didn’t know were coming up to me all week and going, “Hey, you’re Sharon’s friend, right?” or “How’s Sharon?” or “I know SOMEONE who’s got a date this weekend” or “You and Sharon are going out! That’s soooo cute!” or “I am sooo glad you’re going out with Sharon; maybe now she’ll shut up about you.” I kid you not. Sharon apparently has a lot of friends and they apparently know a hell of a lot more about me than i do about them. Oh, and if anyone needs to borrow Sharon’s wheelchair, it’s in my apartment. ***

OH GOD. I am so embarrassed if that happened. Damn my friends. Damn my popularity and damn my naiveity. I suck hardcore.

Anyway, now from this, I’m trying to learn a lesson. Never ask guys on dates because your friends will ruin you.

I wonder if this happened with every guy I went on a date with in college? Hmmm..

I’m STILL EMBARRASSED!

Phillip has won the hearts and minds of the roommates.

I lie. He only won the stomachs. He made some badass yellow chicken and rice which I haven’t had in FOREVER.

Here are things that girls commonly complain about in diaryland.

I’m fat
I like a boy–does he like me?
I hate my mom
I hate my dad
I love my friends
I hate my job
I wish I had a job
I’m depressed
I wish I were popular
There’s this girl–she’s a bitch
There’s this girl–she’s a whore
There’s this girl–I hate her…she’s trying to destroy me!
I can’t choose between two guys
I like using exclamation marks!!!
Guys only see me as a friend
I’m having sex with this guy, does he respect me?
I love my boyfriend sooooooo much
I hate my boyfriend sooooooo much

I try to avoid talking about the aforementioned.

But that’s an attempt not a promise. Sorry.

I need something new to talk about.

I’m sick and tired of talking about boys, my job, my roommates, my house.

I want to talk about something odd and especially when i don’t have gas. I always have gas at night. Does my body save it for when I am alone?

Kerbang and I went to Target a couple of days ago to buy stuff for the apartment and when I looked to talk to him, I saw he had Astroglide in his pocket and I burst out laughing.

He looked surprised [yeah right] and took it out and asked what it was used for.

C’mon dude, you know what it is used for.

It ended up in my car and I used it for some activity wherein I was pretending I was a DJ.

My entries are always the best when somebody else writes ’em. Why is that? Because they’re mocking me?

I’m tired about writing about boys, my roommates, my job, my house. I wish I was talking about how much sex I was having instead and so I can sicken you.

I also have blue nails.

I made myself a pedicure. So now I have blue nails and blue toenails.

There’s a theory about girls who take care of their toes, take care of their business in their underwear. But you know what? And I was one of those girls, and proud to be btw, who took care of her business.

but it’s been so long that anyone has been down there, what’s the point anymore.

i’m sick of talking about boys who pay attention to me and who don’t pay attention to me. I’m sick of hanging out with boys who don’t see me as a potential but as a friend. FUCK YOU ALL. I HAVE ENOUGH FRIENDS.

Goddamn, I’m moody. I want to lock myself in my room, sulk, mope and think about how guys have no fucking guts to do shit and the guys who guts to do shit are just my friends anyway.

I hate you all. [again]

Okay, so Nelson pissed me off tonight. I mean, hot damn, how rude!

Lisa and I were watching the Season Finale of Friends. Granted, I’m no longer an avid watcher–because I have work and other things going on but I did watch it a lot when I was younger and I do want to see how it closes out.

Well, I think Lisa is the same way with me, so we made it a Friends night.

So we’re watching and we’re enjoying it. Kevin and John get home and Kevin starts talking through the show and says how much he hates the show . okay, fine, you don’t like the show—but don’t ruin it for others who are trying to watch it…especially since Lisa and I don’t watch television downstairs too much.

It gets worse. Nelson comes down and starts talking to it in the last 10 minutes of the show and declaring it the worst show ever.

Okay, FINE, WORST SHOW EVER. Can you NOT inform us of this fact AFTER the show?! THEN THEN THEN in the last few moments of the show, he takes the remote control AND CHANGES THE CHANNEL. FUCK DUDE. WHAT THE FUCK! IT WAS ALMOST FUCKING DONE.

So, we missed the credits, no big deal. The big deal is that he was rude enough to change the channel while we were watching it. Like, conversely, if he was watching his damn Patriots game and I changed it during the first quarter [because, nothing happens in the first quarter], I get yelled at because “EVERY MOMENT COUNTS”…yeah, it counts so much you left the room. But the case is, that was rude. All you had to do was wait a little bit longer and we would be done. FIN. End of story.

BUT NO. Such rudeness pisses me off to no end.

Strike number 2 is that he made this household chores list. Like, fine, household chores…what are we 3 years old? Are we not adults? What the fuck. What are you, our father? Nelson has control issues and because John has received a lot of power because of his clear cut, reasonable and fair outline, Nelson wants the power shifted back to him…hence, the whole chores and our “chore buddy”—the guy who checks that you actually did the chore.

dude, that is RIDICULOUS.

So, I’m pissed. I’m so pissed I don’t want to talk to him and that’s rare. Like, I can’t look at him.

I’m glad Lisa feels the same way. This feels good to type out yo.

Kevin James is making me feel better. I accused him of being so mean to me and he said “you love it”

It’s true, I do. And in response I said “I know.”