Wisconsin summers suck

Here in old Wisconsin we have a little thing called humidity. And boy does it suck! I mean seriously, how much more can we take? (I know. I know. The whole country is dealing with some pretty wicked heat. But I'm in Wisconsin. It's supposed to be cooler up here... Right?)

After spending the day at Art off the Park with H and her mom (I bought some awesome smelling hand made soap and a really pretty coral sponge necklace...) we decided we needed to cool down a little bit. How did we do this? By heading over to Magnum's house and going in her hot tub!

Surprisingly, it worked out really well. The hot tub was so hot that when we got out it felt cool outside. We also watched The Girl Next Door. That's a cute movie... but there's a lot of nakedness in it. It seems like it's a total guy movie. Because I saw plenty of boobs but I did not see one penis. Not even a buff, shirtless man. Pfft! Totally made for the boys.

Other than that... I'm just waiting for J to call me now. I haven't talked to him for a few days. I still miss him. (single tear)

Good night!

Kids Are So Cute

Yesterday, I hung out with LJ and her niece and nephew. Those kids are hilarious. We went to Dairy Queen after dinner to get some ice cream. Her niece got an ice cream cone and I got a strawberry sundae. Here's the conversation:

Shanghai: Don't you like the cone part?
Niece: No.
Shanghai: Why don't you try it? I'm sure you'll like it.
Niece: Ok fine. I will if you eat your dish. (my plastic ice cream dish)

I was sort of stunned at that because she's only 5 I think. But then, me and LJ started busting out laughing. It was pretty cute.

Want to hear another cute kid story??? YOU DO?! Ok! Here it is.

On Thursday, LJ and I went to the humane society to pick up her new kitten. (She let me name it btw. It's name is Sophie the Tank- because I've always thought black cats should be named Tank. And when I got my black cat she was already named and 5 years old so I just didn't feel right changing Miss Maui's name. Sigh.)

Ok. Anyhow. We took the kitten to my brother's house so my 2 year old nephew, Max, could see her. He was so excited. I don't think he's been around little baby kittens before. My brother has 2 cats but they're huge. Seriously, huge. They're like the size of 2 normal cats smushed together.

So Max was all excited to see the little kitten. He'd follow it around saying "What's that kitty doing?" Only, his k's sound like t's. So it actually sounded like "What's that titty doing?" Hehehehe. It was adorable.

And I'm done talking about kids. (If I had kids, I probably would not think any of this stuff was even remotely entertaining. I guess it's a good thing I don't.)

Sigh

Dear Blogger,

We are officially in our first fight ever. As soon as you let me post something, besides this, the fight will be over.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.
Shanghai

#3 Andy

Ever since I started going to my bar there has been this guy there that I had a crush on. His name is Andy. Well one night, I actually started talking to him somehow. I was so excited, I gave him my number. We bonded that night. It turns out his mom has MS too. It was nice to have somebody to talk to about that who knew exactly what I was going through. We made plans to get in touch with eachother and hang out.

He called me the next day. We talked on the phone for awhile. He called me the next day. Etc. I kept putting off hanging out with him because he seemed a little too eager or something. I was just getting "the vibe" from him. (It didn't help that our mutual friends warned me about how he was super clingy and I should watch out.)

Then, I had to work an overnight at Target. It was a Monday night. Well, at about 2 in the morning, my cell phone started to ring. It was Andy. He left me a 5 minute message saying how much he liked me but I was totally brushing him off. He was drunk.

I didn't call him back. A few nights later, he called me again around 2 am. This time, I was sleeping because I had to work at 6 am. He left me a 5 minute message again saying how again I was brushing him off and how I was a bitch and why didn't I want to hang out with him. Again, he was drunk.

That weekend, I went to my normal bar. Andy was there. He smiled at me, but I glared at him. (He thinks I'm a bitch, right?) So the next time I walked by him, he kicked me in the ass. I was pissed, but I think I completely ignored him.

The next week, after repeated calls from him wondering why I wasn't returning his calls, I called the cell phone company and had them change my number. Because really, who wants to deal with a clingy little man? (In all honesty, I was going to change my cell phone number anyhow. I had just moved into a different area code. This just happened to be at a very convenient time.)

I think maybe I overreacted with Andy. But, once I get to #1 on my list, it will be a lot more clear why I tend to overreact when guys get a little clingy. OMG are you excited???? Hehehe.

#4 A Day Late

#4 isn't really that bad. It should really be #5, but I didn't want to start this whole thing out so lamely. Anyhow...

I was downtown with LJ. We were on the opposite end of College Avenue than we normally hung out at. This end was filled with sports bars, dance clubs, frat boys, and super skinny girls. (The end we normally hang out at is a lot more chill with cool people having actual conversations.)

Well, it was bar time and we were standing outside smoking. A guy came out and introduced himself as RaRa. (pronounced Ray-Ray) He started talking and we found out he used to be a drug dealer. LJ perked up and was asking about getting some weed. He also told us about his 2 babies that he had in some little town about an hour away. Actually, he lived about an hour away. I don't know why he was in my town.

But, the night was ending. He asked for my number. I gave it to him... even though he failed all the criteria that I normally have for guys. (a job, no kids, a name that doesn't make me giggle, a job, etc...) I didn't even know my cell phone number at the time. I had just changed it. LJ had to give him my number.

He called me the next day. I didn't answer. The end.

(Yea, that story was sort of anti-climatic. It seemed a lot more interesting when I was making the list. Sorry!)

#5: The Least of the Worst... Or Something

Back when I lived in Madison, I worked for a little company called MCI. I dated a lot of people that I worked with there. After I quit this job, I put the "no dating men I work with" rule into place. (I usually follow it.)

Anyhow, there was a boy there named Dylan. He sort of repulsed me. He had this extremely sarcastic sense of humor that absolutely no one found funny. He was annoying. He dressed like he was going to a job interview everyday: slacks, button down shirt, tie... He died his hair that hideous brown red color that looks so unnatural. Thinking back on him, I picture him as a vampire.

One day, this guy (Bend) that I was seeing started to piss me off. Mainly because he insisted on being in an open relationship with me. He never dated anyone else though. So, I suppose to teach him a lesson, I accepted a date with Dylan. We went to see either Star Wars or one of the Lord of the Rings movies. I don't know. But afterwards, we went to a poker party at Bend's house.

Bend was so pissed at me. I was so pissed at him. Dylan had no idea what was going on. He thought he was a stud. I had a little too much to drink. I ended up going home with Dylan. Don't worry. Nothing actually happened... nothing worth mentioning at least.

It doesn't really matter what happened after that. It was probably 5 years ago. I think Bend and I continued our f-ed up relationship for awhile, and Dylan ended up hating me. And I ended up hating the fact that I went out with him to spite someone else. But that is number 5 on my list of bad experiences with men and me.

A New Direction

Damn, I'm fucking sunburnt as hell. I don't think it's ever been this bad before. It hurts to wear clothes. Stupid sun.

In other news, I've decided my blog needs some sort of a format besides the mindless ramblings of me. So, maybe I'll start doing a weekly top 5. (Ok... so maybe I stole this idea from a combination of High Fidelity and some chick's blog. Mostly some chick's blog.) Anyhow- I'm thinking this week will be the top 5... worst experiences giving my phone number to guys. Whether it be the first date we had, or a sort of "what the fuck was I thinking when I gave that troll permission to call me?" Ok. Now the question is should I start out from the worst and work back? Or work from the most tame to the worst? Let me think about this for a minute and I'll post Monday's story in a few minutes.

Good To Know

The number one song on the day of my birth was "Don't You Want Me" by the Human League.

If you want to know yours, go to This Day In Music.

The Story of Minneapolis

Jeez. I've really been neglecting writing in here. I'm sorry... I'll try to get back into the swing of things and write on a more regular basis.

Ok. First, I want to write about my trip to Minneapolis a little bit. I know it's a little old... but I just want to get it all down before I start forgetting.

I left last Saturday. About halfway through the drive, I stopped in Thorp, WI to get some water and use the bathroom and everything. Well, I got back out and tried to start my car but surprise! It was dead. It was probably about 100 degrees out on Saturday. I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere... I didn't even know the name of the town I was in until I went to the diner across the street and looked at the name on the menu. I got back to my car after eating and trying to think of what to do. A couple tried to jump my car for me. This, of course, didn't work. So, I went to the counter at the gas station and asked the girl working if there was a tow truck in town. She gave me a cell phone number and a name: Stosh. I called up Stosh and explained the situation. He told me he'd come get the car sometime in the next 24 hours and told me to leave my keys with the girl at the counter. Ok! Sure, why not? I didn't really have a choice at that point though. Then, I gave J a call and he came to pick me up. He had to drive 2 hours both way and he had dinner plans for the evening but he cancelled it for me. Awww!

So, we finally get to Minneapolis, about 5 hours behind schedule. The birthday party (for me, J, and another guy) was already under way. I got pleasantly drunk.

On Sunday, we went to see the new Superman movie. Now, anybody who really knows me knows that I'm a die hard Batman fan. No other superhero even compares to the dark knight. Needless to say, I really did not want to go to this movie. But I did. Because I'm a pansy. It was ok. Mildly entertaining. About an hour too long. Whatever. I really wanted to go see An Inconvenient Truth... but apparently, I only get a day for my birthday... not a whole week.

On Monday, the boys did take me to see An Inconvenient Truth. I loved it. Such a good movie. I heart Al Gore. I'm putting up a link on my page to the climate crisis website. Check it out if you care at all about our futures. Ok. That's all I'll say about it.

Tuesday we went to see Wicked. It was the best play/musical I have ever seen. Usually about halfway through, I get really bored. Or, I have trouble understanding what they're saying or what's happening. But this musical... wow. It was hilarious, had great music, great costumes, sets... everything. I'm in love. If you ever have the chance, I strongly recommend seeing it.

Wednesday I met up with my half sister, Jocelyn. She took me to the Mall of America so I could feel like a real tourist. It was surprisingly fun. I bought stuff. Good times. When I got back to J's house, we went to Shout. It's this piano bar that plays only 80's music on Wednesday nights. I thought it would be sort of lame. But, I was so wrong. They have 2 pianos facing eachother that two guys are playing and singing at. There is also a drum set and a bass. So total, there is 4 guys. The amazing thing is though, all 4 guys play all the instruments and sing. They're interchangeable.! It was so much fun. Oh, and drinks are only $1. That helped too. (and by drinks I mean red bull and vodka and some kind of beer)

On Thursday, J took me back to Thorp so I could get my car. His mom met us there and we had lunch at the diner. It was the hardest thing I've ever done when I had to drive away. I miss him a lot. Well, enough of that. The point is, I had a great time. Except for the car thing, the trip was perfect!

I'm Back!

I just got back from Minneapolis today. It was a great trip. I'm not going to write about it right now... Maybe later tonight or tomorrow. I just wanted to say I haven't forgotten about writing or anything. I didn't have access to a computer for most of the trip.

I did learn that I couldn't care less about The Boy. It sounds harsh... but it's true. My life just got a whole lot more complicated because of that trip. I think J and I are sort of back together. I don't know how that's going to work since we live 5 hours away from eachother. There's no chance he'd move here ever and I wouldn't be able to move there. So, what's the point?

But you can't trick the heart. We're still in love. We always were. The past year, we both tried to move on and forget about eachother but it didn't work. It all came back this past week. I wish it hadn't. It would make both of our lives a lot easier.

I'm confused.

Today I got my cell phone situation all figured out. (It's a long story with me ending up in a rage... but I'll get into that some other time.)

Anyhow, I was able to call the boy, and we set up a date for tonight. We met at our favorite bar and had a few drinks. Everything went good.

Then, I offered to give him a ride home. We got to his house and finished our cigarettes while parked out front. I wasn't planning on going in or anything, but I was thinking he was waiting to finish his cigarette so he could... you know... make out with me.

Nope. He finished it and went inside.

WTF? Is he just not that into me? I don't get it. Everything went good. He casually mentioned in the conversation how we were pre dating or whatever. But out in the car, no moves were made, I don't get it.

Either he's not interested anymore, or he's too nervous. Either way, I don't like where this is heading.

I Heart You, Netflix!

I just signed up for a Netflix account a few days ago. The main reason I did it was because I get really bored at work and they gave me a free trial. It's fun going through and putting random movies into my queue.

Today, I got my first dvds. LJ and I watched the first disc of Freaks and Geeks. Oh my god. I forgot how hilarious that show was. It's been years since I've seen it, since it was on tv actually. But, I can't understand why they would cancel it after only one season. Man. Such a good show. I can't wait to get the next one.

The other two dvds I received were Transamerica and The Weather Underground. I'm looking forward to seeing both of those tomorrow. I think I might turn into one of those movie people. You know, the people who have seen every movie ever in existence. I'm so pumped about this whole deal.

OMG I'm such a bitch.

I got a message from the boy on myspace today. It said "so why aren't you returning any of my calls?" Um... what?

Then, I checked my cell phone. Nope, no missed calls. No messages. I called my voice mail then just to make sure. 9 new messages! WHAT?! I've been sitting here bitching about how the boy lost interest and he called me 5 times in the past week! I feel so bad.

Sigh. I'm sure he'll understand. But can you imagine if he never sent me that message? I wouldn't have figured it out for weeks. I guess I have to call my phone company tomorrow and see what's going on. Because that can't be normal.

The thing is, I can still make calls just fine. Apparently, I just can't receive them.

Damn stupid phone. Maybe I'll get a new one... That'd be cool.

Whew

So, I spoke with Fabio today. The posts he was writing were in fact not about me. They were about some other chick... loosely based on the truth. Hm. Well, that's good to know. But it turns out, I don't like his writing style. It's too creepy for me.

It's getting closer and closer to the time I go to Minneapolis. AHHHH! I'm getting real excited here.

Tonight, LJ and I watched Office Space. Best. Movie. Ever. Seriously. That's what I want for my birthday, a copy of Office Space.

Bud

I got my oil changed today. The guy who did it was sort of cute. His name was Bud. (Everytime I say the name Bud, I have to say it like Rudy from the Cosby Show. You know... Buuud. hehe)

Well anyway, he took me into the garage to show me exactly what was wrong with my car. That's the first time anyone's ever done that for me. So, he gets points for teaching me something new today. He mentioned something about the air filter and said "I bet your hubby could fix that for you though before you go on you road trip." I started laughing and told him I'm not married... but my dad could take a look at it. Silly Bud.

Then, when he had me pay, he gave me a discount. He said it was because I had to wait for a long time. (I had to wait for maybe 5 minutes before he started working on it.) I was like "Aw, that's sweet of you."

And when I left, he drove my car up to the door for me. But here's the part that makes me think I should go back there and tell him to call me. I had my Risk board sitting in my front seat. He commented on how Risk is such a great game and asked if I actually played it. Sigh. Not enough men play Risk. It sure would be nice to have a new Risk buddy... if you know what I mean.

So, I was driving away when it hit me. Why should I even bother? Maybe we were flirting a little bit. Maybe something could happen if I dragged my ass back there. But guess what? All men are the same. They're all just going to end up hurting me in the end. They're all only after one thing, and when they get it, so long. If they don't get it, hello Creepy McStalkerson!

Ok, in reality, I know not all guys are bad. A lot are good. But I'm still so pissed at Fabio. I can't believe he wrote that shit. And the boy is no more. I can't help but be pissed at all of mankind right now. Right?

I'm in a much better mood today. Sleeping helps me get over my angries.

Right now I'm making the Ultimate Road Trip Mix Tape. (I know... you're totally jealous.) See, on Saturday, I'm driving to Minneapolis. It's about a 5 hour drive so I need some good tunes. I don't have a cd player in my car. Mix tapes have so much more character anyhow. I think I might have gone into this before. (My love of mixed tapes that is.) Anyhow, it's a nice lazy afternoon.

I Fucking Hate Men

Update on Fabio:

He left this creepy ass post on his blog today. I think his grip on reality is even weaker than I thought. I always knew he wasn't quite right. However, now I'm a little bit freaked out.

I don't want to repeat a whole lot of what he wrote because it actually is pretty disturbing. But, here's a sample: "You are a monster in the body of an innocent." That's a tame line from it. A lot of it talks about a body decomposing and blood and shit like that.

The thing that freaks me out is, this is a series of posts. He writes one every few weeks. Everyone kept telling me they were about me. Now I'm worried that they actually are. Before they weren't disturbing, just annoying. After reading that post though, I don't even want to see him. A lot of the things in it correlate with our past, which is why I wonder if it's about me. Even if it isn't though, I don't want anything to do with that. Pfft.

Update on the boy:

I called him last night after camping and left him a message saying we should hang out tonight. He never called me back. He also never responded to my message on myspace. (sad face) Is our pseudo relationship already over?

Camping Fun

Camping this weekend was a blast! We got to the park Friday night and set up our tents. I made a fire all by myself. The first night was just me, H and Amy... and a drunk LJ later on. We spent the evening playing “Would you ever?” and “This or That.” Both fun games. I took my first sleeping pill ever. It worked pretty well.

Saturday, I had my first pudgie pie ever. They are delicious. I think somebody needs to open up a pudgie pie restaurant.

We also came up with the Fweiner. It’s a female weiner for camping. Here’s what happened… Our campsite was pretty far away from the pit toilets and other campers. So, we just peed in the woods. The drunker we got, the messier it became. (I know, ew.) I mentioned how everytime I go camping, I wish I had a little cup with a tube attached to the end that I could just put in my pants and pee out of. Ta-da! The Fweiner was invented. (Patent pending…)

This weekend was so full of good ideas. Man. I wish I had recorded our conversations.

Both nights we saw coons. The first night, the coon came right up by us and would only go away when we shined the flashlight directly on it. The second night, we were just about to do shots of tequila when I heard a rustling. Again, the coon was literally a yard away from us. Spooky. As soon as we went to bed, the coon ate all of the food we had left out. (It was mainly just a bag of Sunchips.)

Saturday night, Amy’s boyfriend came and hung out with us. He spoke the phrase of the evening. We were going to bed, 4 of us in one tent, when he said to Amy: Roll over and open yer butt! Hehehe. It was so funny. He also taught us all what a “flying camel with wings” is. Apparently, in the middle of sex, whoever is on top suddenly stops and sits up on their knees. Then, the make this noise Eeeuaahew. (Like a camel) And then without saying anything else, start having sex again. If I ever have sex again, I might have to try that.

We also met a super cute ranger on Saturday night. It was about 1 am when he showed up to say we had too many cars on our site. Nick talked to him for awhile and he ended up letting us all stay. I was batting my eyes at him the whole time, but I don’t think he noticed. Either he’s gay… or he’s just not that into stinky camping girls. Yea, I did not smell friendly.

Today we pretty much just lazed around before we had to pack up. However, we did learn that eggs are explosive. Amy put a few whole eggs on the fire. We sort of forgot about them when… KABLAMO! Egg guts everywhere. It scared the bejeezus out of me.

That’s pretty much it I guess. It was a great time. But, it’s always sad when you have to pack up. Going back to the real world is no fun. I think next time, we’ll have to go camping for a few extra days. I would like to go when it’s a little cooler out though. There were so many bugs at our campsite; it was grody. Besides that, it was perfect.

Random Thoughts by Schmee

So, I don't have anything specific to write tonight. Just a whole lot of random nonsense that I want to get off my chest. Although, I suppose most of my blogs are just random nonsense... hm.

1) Gone are the days of McDonalds 6 piece chicken mcnugget value meals. Now they're 10 pieces. Is anybody else disturbed by this? When did 6 pieces stop being enough? That's almost double the original. I mean, I ate the whole meal, but it didn't make me feel good. I think I'll just have to keep special ordering it in the size I like instead of ordering it off the menu. Damn.

2) This weekend, the girls and I are going camping at Calumet County Park. I cannot wait! For some reason, I'm all about the camping. I hate the bugs and the dark. But, I can't get enough of it. Making smores and hot dogs over a campfire, could life be any better? I think not.

3) Tonight, LJ, H, and I were playing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, the video game. I gotta say, I'm not a big fan of the video games. But, this one rocks. I don't play it so well. LJ gave me the controller for about 15 minutes and I was stuck in the same place. (I was so frustrated by the end of it I needed a cig.) But it sure is fun to watch. I think it was maybe made for little kids, but it kept us entertained pretty well. I would highly recommend it. 4 Shanghai stars. (Yes, I now have a Shanghai star system of 1-4 apparently.)

4) Went biking today with H and Dude. It was good. However, I've found that if I'm in the lead I speed up. I kind of like going fast. I think it actually makes the work easier. Maybe from now on I'll have to go it alone... until I find me one of them hot biking men. Pfft.

5) The boy plays tennis. Isn't that great? I just found my tennis racket in the trunk of my car yesterday, and today he told me he played. Sigh. Maybe he is a good choice. (See, I was starting to convince myself to give up on him for whatever reason. I think I judged to soon. Shame on me.) So now, I have a tennis buddy if I ever feel like playing. Plus! He does bike... He doesn't wear a helmet though. (I am a safety nerd.)

I'm guilty.

I'm guilty of googling someone. I do it so rare. But seriously, a girl's got to know what she's getting into, right? All I really found out though is the boy likes to do disc golfing tournaments. That's alright. Oh, and I found out Fabio wrote about the boy a while ago in his blog calling him a douchebag. Hehe. I kind of get a kick out of the fact that Fabio hates him so much. I think that makes me a bitch.

LJ also ccap-ed him for me. That's the Wisconsin closed court something or other. Nothing too big there. Just some minor traffic stuff. Like how I'm sharing all of this with you?

Happy 4th of July!

I talked to the boy tonight. We're hanging out tomorrow. Oooh! Smoochy smoochy!

When we spoke, nothing was mentioned about the bipolar thing. Apparently, he never checks his myspace account. (I sent him a huge message about it.) I don't think it's going to be a big issue though. I've spoken with some other people about it, and they agree that if it were bad, he would have done something about it by now.

Also, Fabio found out about the situation. He's friends with the boy. He wrote on his blog "A piece of news/gossip came my way which made me sick, but that's to be expected in this world, I guess..." Whatever. I don't owe him anything.

That's really all that I'm thinking about right now. I'm pretty sleepy tonight. I think I'll just go right on to bed. Maybe I'll have to miss the Cosby Show tonight.

Heart
Shanghai

P.S. I hate earwigs.

Why can't everything just be super easy?

The boy informed me today that he thinks he is bipolar. I appreciate the honesty, but now I'm a little nervous. This is mainly because I am sort of fickle when it comes to relationships, and I don't want to end up hurting him. But then again, he did say he was self diagnosing. I always assumed that if you were bipolar, you'd know it way before you were 27. (which he is...)

Anyhow, that's all I got tonight. Shanghai = sleepy.

Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.

My system is all screwed up from the 2 all nighters I pulled this weekend. Damnit. I can't fall asleep, even though it seems like I also can't stay awake. Grrrr...

It doesn't help either that I keep thinking about the boy. Do I really want to even consider becoming involved in another relationship? Is it even worth it? None of them are successful, and they just make me mad at the world. Sigh.

Ok- I'm going to try to sleep again. Good night!

*Giggles*

Today was sort of a bust. I've pretty much been sleeping, eating, and watching the Simpsons all day. This is the problem with drinking. I think for the next few weeks or so I should try to stay away from the alcohol and the smoking. No good.

I'm not quite sure if I'm super sleepy still, or if I'm wide awake. I sort of fell asleep for a few hours and just woke up again. Does anybody else feel super hardcore groggy when they wake up? It's normally only when I take afternoon naps that I get that way. It is so weird.

I'm in a really good mood though right now. All I'm thinking about is the boy. You know right when you first start being interested in someone? How you can imagine that they're perfect? And perfect for you? Well, that's where I am right now. I know that that's not going to happen, because I've been here so many other times. But for right now, while I'm in my hazy/groggy state, I can totally imagine us being the perfect cute couple. Hehe. I feel like a little school girl.

4th of July Party Continued

Last night was the second installment of the 4th of July party. It was a good time. The atmosphere was much more chill. Later on in the evening, we were all sitting around the campfire just talking. Of course, we were a little high too... so that probably helped the situation.

Poor LJ though... She had a little to much to drink and a little to much to smoke. She was not in a good place by the end of the evening. And by "not in a good place" I mean in a super shitty place. I won't go into details because we've all been there. But, she did pull through it eventually.

I "met" a cute boy. I say "met" because we have mutual friends. We've talked before but never very seriously. Well, this weekend we ended up sharing a tent. Get your mind out of the gutter. There was no funny business going on-just some spoon action. That's right. I was little spoon. Good deal.

But, the moral of the story is: I gave him my phone number so I think sometime soon we're actually going to go out on a date. Not a drunken tent date. Hehe.

The problem is this. Our mutual friend is my ex boyfriend and his good friend. Is that wrong? I mean, I don't really want to date friends. But if it can't be helped, it can't be helped. I do like this guy. I think he's pretty cool. Very chill. (I'm all about the chill.)

Any suggestions on how to handle the friend issue?

4th of July Party

Last night was the first night of S and H's 4th of July party. It was pretty fun. There was a lot of drinking. I don't even know what to write about it. It was the standard outdoor house party I think. But it was a great time. I woke up this morning with a wicked headache. But, I'm feeling pretty alright now.

I'll be going back to H's in about an hour for the second night of the party. Tonight they're setting off the big fireworks. Yea! They always go all out with the fireworks.

Here's an interesting tidbit I learned last night. Remember Fabio? Well, apparently, he called our mutual friend maybe a week or two ago and said "So, I'm totally going to be dating Shanghai within the next week. I can just feel it." Isn't that weird? He totally got the wrong impression. I think he might be the single worst interpreter of women.

Oh, there is a chance that tonight we'll be heading to our favorite bar for a little bit. There's this beautiful boy there that I have a slight crush on. We talked for the first time last weekend. I don't know if I mentioned him on here or not... Well anyhow, I kind of want to see if he's there tonight- and see if he remembers me. Wish me luck!