My social life is like. Active.
And expensive. Seriously. Seven of us went to Red Robin last Tuesday. The next day, four of us (Eric, Tony, Jess, and myself) wanted to go bowling, but all the lanes were filled. So we went to lazer tag. On Monday, me, Eric, Jess, and Will were going to go lazer tag, but it was closed on Monday (wtf right?) so we went bowling. And tonight a few of us are going bowling again. And then tomorrow,...
HE SENT ME A PHOTO OF HIM IN A SUIT ‘CAUSE I DIDN’T GET TO SEE HIM IN IRL. MY HEART IS BROKEN. ALSO IT’S SAVED ON MY PHONE. AND I WANT IT AS MY BACKGROUND BUT THAT’S CREEPY ‘CAUSE HE SOMETIMES USES MY PHONE TO PLAY GAMES AND SHIT AND WE’RE NOT DATING. BUT UGH. DAT SUIT.
So, me and Eric are going to play Yu Gi Oh cards tonight. Yes, you read that right. Yu Gi Oh. Now, I haven’t played this game in years. So, while Eric’s working, I’m going to google how to play. Because I’ve completely forgotten. I also no longer have my cards. Eric had a simple solution: I’ll just use one of his decks. Decks. As in plural. This is the deck...
So I guess a few of us are going to ihop tonight.
As in, less than an hour from now. And Eric. Fucking respond to my text. I wanna see you before you leave for your however long trip to north carolina to visit your really hot best friend and ugh i just don’t want you to go tbh and ugh.
So. I guess we’re not going to dinner tomorrow as planned. Seeing as he’s working until 11 pm. And I can’t exactly stay up too late cause I open the next day. Fuck. Also. He hasn’t even like. Mentioned this fact yet. And he asked me yesterday if I liked him and wanted to be with him. And I panicked. Said yes. And his reply was just like. ‘well okay. Good...
Eric’s home early. And is not pleased with his friends from Hawaii. He won’t tell me why until we actually see each other. Not via text. Makes him not so fun to text. Also I have no idea what to say. :|
Eric asked to dinner on Friday. I’m super excited. And he texted all night through this stupid shift I took. So yeah. He’s in Hawaii now. Five hour time difference. And it’s 73 degrees there. You know how cold it is here? 30 DEGREES. IT WAS SNOWING EARLIER. But yknow. Whatever. I love freezing. Not. And he says he’s jealous of my weather. I do not believe him. But...
Please come home. Or just like. text me? Check up on me? Five hour time difference, yeah sure. But I already miss you.
and we were texting. and he told me that there’s something he wants to ask me but it’s going to have to wait until he gets back. which won’t be until wednesday night and i just want to scream.
And I’m just sitting here on the verge of tears ‘cause I don’t want you to go. You talk about Hawaii all the time, and I understand. I’ve missed places and people too. But you need to move on. I’m here. I listen. I talk to you. I like you. I won’t lie to you like your crazy ex girl friend did. Please. How the fuck can I tell you I don’t want you to go...
No no no no no
He’s still going to Hawaii. He’s leaving tonight and will be there until Wednesday night. Nononononono.
Lol wow. Such a change in this past 45 minutes. He sent me the usual happy new year text to which I responded simply. He responds again with a :(. So I reply with :(? And he explains to me that the girl he was gunna go visit was indeed his ex. But she lied to him and turns out she was partying and doing crazy stuff with all his friends tonight. He was not pleased. But he confided in me....
God. Like. I feel like he doesn’t even like me anymore. We worked together tonight for like six hours and for the longest time he just didn’t say anything to me. He barely said hi. Like. Wtf. And now he’s going to back to Hawaii on Monday, which is where he’s from, because one of his friends was sent to the hospital. I asked what happened, his response was ‘oh...
I'm never going to a club again.
Okay well maybe not never. But I want to be with like. A boyfriend. And have it not be in the winter so I don’t have to pay for a coat check with money I don’t have. As in. I didn’t have the money for a coat check, so I ended up carrying my winter coat around the club with me. Also. I’m wearing pants next time. Or shorts, at the very least. Something with pockets.
rant time. kinda.
A group of us are going to the club Friday night, and almost all of us were able to get the night off, and work in the morning. All except Eric. Tomorrow I’m going to try to convince him to try and get someone to cover his shift for him, or switch or something. I really don’t want to go unless he goes since I won’t be drinking, and neither will he. I need someone to keep me sane....
I get to work with Eric tomorroowwwwww. :) We’re going to be in box together for like five hours. Rather excited.
Eric is here right now watching a movie while I work. The first thing he does upon entering the building? Asks me where I am and comes to talk to me. Mood: lifted.
So, something I could never post on my other blog is his name. Even though one of my coworkers, William, follows me and guessed who it was. Still. It doesn’t matter. I will no longer post personal posts on my main blog. So, his name is Eric. He’s from Hawaii, and is Filipino. Also, my autocorrect says that’s how you spell it, but it looks wrong to me. Whatever. He’s about...