Thursday, July 20, 2006
The slut moves on
It's been a while since my last update... and it's because school's started again and homework is piling up again.
But I had to have to had to have to blog now, because I have to resolve the A----- situation. Things have changed since the time I begged my sister to go with me to borrow DVDs at the concierge.
We did go one night and he was there, and he was good-looking and nice smelling and all that. And he said more words that I have ever heard and that would thrill me, but something was off that night.
He made friendly chatter, told us more about himself, and joked, "That will be a grand total of $3" after we chose our movie. Should have been gorgeous and heart-fluttering-inducing. But was not.
Because he never once looked at me. Not even once. It might have had to do with the fact that my sister did all the talking, but still, it is bloody rude to not even have acknowledged my presence.
Look, I really am through with telling myself that my sister is prettier/more attractive/better/whatever than I am; and anyway I came across someone's quote: vote for yourself, first, last and always.
Plus I saw A----- smoking along Southbank Boulevard. Meaning.... goodbye!
I still see Mr Concierge everyday when I get home from school. And he always looks over but we don't acknowledge each other. Which is fine. I'll be fine. In a week or two.
And the bigger reason is that I've developed a crush on someone else. I don't even know his name, so I christen him Video-Ezy, named for the place he works as. And he's so sweet and clumsy and awkward and blundering that I think I love him.
But I had to have to had to have to blog now, because I have to resolve the A----- situation. Things have changed since the time I begged my sister to go with me to borrow DVDs at the concierge.
We did go one night and he was there, and he was good-looking and nice smelling and all that. And he said more words that I have ever heard and that would thrill me, but something was off that night.
He made friendly chatter, told us more about himself, and joked, "That will be a grand total of $3" after we chose our movie. Should have been gorgeous and heart-fluttering-inducing. But was not.
Because he never once looked at me. Not even once. It might have had to do with the fact that my sister did all the talking, but still, it is bloody rude to not even have acknowledged my presence.
Look, I really am through with telling myself that my sister is prettier/more attractive/better/whatever than I am; and anyway I came across someone's quote: vote for yourself, first, last and always.
Plus I saw A----- smoking along Southbank Boulevard. Meaning.... goodbye!
I still see Mr Concierge everyday when I get home from school. And he always looks over but we don't acknowledge each other. Which is fine. I'll be fine. In a week or two.
And the bigger reason is that I've developed a crush on someone else. I don't even know his name, so I christen him Video-Ezy, named for the place he works as. And he's so sweet and clumsy and awkward and blundering that I think I love him.
Labels: Boys
# posted by me lah @ 11:37 pm 
