My Hands Smell Like Butterpiss

Today I went to the mall with Bex. 

We were supposed to go to Fitzgerald's, but turns out no one was playing. That would have been awkward...

It was fun. We shopped for like, the first hour, and went on a quest to find the perfect pair of Rainbows. I like the thin straps in the lightest colour. Nordstroms, Pac Sun, and Journey's didn't have the ones I want! Geez, I almost killed someone.

Eventually we got tired so we went to eat at Chick- Fil- A. I decided to get the "new" chick-n strips (or whatever). They taste exactly like the old ones... Next time I'm getting nuggets. Then we went to this furniture display and sat in the bunk beds. Then we got kicked out. By a sassy black man.

Oh, and I was supposed to meet up with IDG... 

Here's how it went:

I texted him Monday night asking him if he was free.

Response? "I might be doing something extremely sexy and important. I'll try to squeeze you in".

Oh goodie.

Tuesday I asked him if he knew anything about Fitz.  Short convo about that...

Today our conversation went:

Me: I'm at the [mall] from 3 till... Idk. Are you?

Me: Idk is seven.

constant phone checking...

By six, I was fed up.

Me: [FIRST NAME] [LAST NAME]! Please quit being an ass face (albeit an attractive one) for an hour.

I was not at all prepared for the response.

IDG: What? I'm busy. What do you want?

heart palpitations...

Me: Oh, sorry, thought you were just being suckish.

IDG: And I cant really go anywhere. I have no car here.

Me: Um, yeah, sorry for pissing you off. Promise not to bother you in a while.

This is where we got kicked off the bunk beds.

"Wait, you aren't allowed to sit up here?"

"NOOOOOOOO!" (said in sassy, saucy black voice)

Bex and I ended up in Limited Too... buying candy.

I was ranting about my newfound hatred of IDG.

(which I do frequently, apparently)

when-

IDG: Not botherin. Just making impossible requests.

Taffy jumps up into the air and squeals. Bex shakes head.

Me: That makes me feel better. I think. maybe ill visit you tomorrow but you have to tell me when youre free, cos non replies bug the crap out of me.

Two hours later

IDG: Working from 1 to 5.

I honestly don't know what to think anymore.

I should start writing about cats.

My Boys are Back

Thank you all for the trunk suggestions!


It seems that just when I want to give up, that's when things start looking... up. Jesus, I need a new vocabulary. I'll look up synonyms later.

Anyway, Penn & I had a conversation all of yesterday where he was sweet and awesome and et cetera. And still taken. But at least he's talking (and back from diabetes camp). Penn and I had just finished our conversation when, lo and behold, IDG reappeared!

"Not really. You're entertaining :) But Im gone this week. Till monday."
I was confused for a good three minutes until I read all of my sent texts. I think the last one was sent out of desperation, "Seriously, don't you get annoyed?"

So now I'm slightly pissed off. Cos I'm screwing with him but now he's... screwing back. (and I told him this and how uncool it was). Response?
"Well next week we can continue screwing each other ;) For now though, Im out of town." Yes, I figured out the sexual undertones in this (pahaha), but what y'all need to understand is that right now, I'm just looking for some fun. I think. And IDG is a beautiful man to enjoy oneself with.

WOW. I'm really inarticulate today. But y'all get the gist, right?

Oh, and Roy (who I had a crush on for a slight period in time...) is nonstop texting and being annoying and not taking the fucking hint. Ask Nat or Syd.
"Want to go shopping"
"No."
"Lol, okay, maybe tomorrow ;P"
JESUS!
Crushes on Asians never end well.
(and I'm allowed to crack this joke for, I, myself, am an Asian)


Happy Hunting.

I'm a Lazy- Ass

I'm Not Over- Carolina Liar.

She Doesn't Get It- The Format.

Basically, these songs sum up my feelings about IDG.
Which is depressing because I knew him for a total of one day.
(plus talking)


God, he doesn't talk. I even told me to tell me to "fuck off, bitch"
and no response.


Well, y'all already know how obsessive I get.
Or do you?

Cuts, Hair & Otherwise

I recently got a haircut.
Apparently, now, people can see my colour again!

I went to the college campus again to visit Jas at summer school. Apparently, she's taking some computer class or something. Of course, visiting Jas wasn't the only intention. I was looking for some IDG action, obviously.


And things were looking up...
And I was actually going to visit him in his dorm (which still freaks me out)!
Until Jas decided that she wanted to meet him... So I told him and basically:

"Haha yall should chill out. Im actually busy with something at the moment. Later."

There was no fucking later.

So I basically sat through three hours of Dreamscape and linking. And realised that the potential of anything happening anymore is... impossible.

I later wrote to him and said "dude, you totally bailed".

Then I went and saw Mamma Mia a second time with Julie and our angry friend. I still hate that movie with a passion.

By the way, Ellie, your last comment was spot on.
And Simon 'n Josh, normally I text other people but I'm not quite as obsessed with them as... well whatever guy I'm obsessed with at the moment. I just wanted to make sure you didn't think that all I do is text guys I like... (okay, that is sort of all I do.)

Nevermind, forget everything.

And He Speaks

IDG is worried about our age difference.
Shhh, promise you won't tell?

Stress?

Hum, so I may have figured out what gets me stressed:

Boys.


Which is sad, considering anything else would be normal and boys is just... juvenile. Anyway, two days ago, I woke up with three cold sores. And IDG still hasn't contacted me. I have a feeling that he may have checked my Facebook and realised that I was six years younger than him... Oh well.
Livia says to just stop caring.
And I have... ish. (stupid bastard).

Oh, and I did send him a text message.
Obviously he's ignoring me.
This is sad.
Nat/Alice/Syd- This will only last a while.

UGH.
Me: "Hey info desk guy, if you're doing the whole 'wait three days thing', stop. If not, hello there."


Huh, what's that?
no reply.


Ugh, seriously, I need to find other stuff to write about.

College Boys? Count me in!

So, when Nat, Barbie, and I went to have lunch with Chase on Monday, we had a little difficulty finding him. As a result, we spent a shitload of time at the Student Rec center. Where there was an Info Desk. With a hot Info Desk Guy :).

By the end of our time there, I had added IDG on Facebook. Today we started texting. The one big problem is that... Info Desk Guy is going to be a juniour in college. I'm just entering high school.

This is our conversation:

IDG: Was that you that walked by without saying hi? (We went to the college to go visit Chase for lunch)
Me: It might be, i didn't want to seem like a stalker. (honest)
IDG: It woulda been fine. What are you doin on campus? (he responded like TWENTY minutes later. I hate it when people do that)
Me: Soccer camp buddies. Plus i didnt want my high opinion of you tainted by hungover you.
Me: IDG, your non-texts are seriously uncool.
IDG: How old are you, Taff? (DAMN YOU, IDG! Response like 2 hours later)
Me: Depends, do i have to answer that? (I hate that question, you have no idea)
IDG: Haha yes. Why, is it a sensitive subject?
Me: Whenever i go and talk to hot guys (me being honest) they always ask me how old i am. it gets a little annoying :). (More than a little...)
IDG: Don't wanna get myself in trouble now... (THIS MEANS THAT HE'S CONSIDERING LETTING ME GET HIM INTO TROUBLE!)
Me: Then dont do anything to get yourself into trouble. (this is where i change the subject) (I actually texted that)
IDG: Punk. (cute)
Me: I don't know how to respond to that... (what, it's true!)
IDG: Okay, then gimme a general idea. High school? Junior high?
Me: High school. Feel better? (it's not a lie... i just haven't actually GONE to hs yet...)
IDG: Better, but not great. Youre cute though... (is this a comment justifying my youngness or just a compliment or an insult...)
Me: Thanks for that. And as long as youre feeling good(ish), i'm feeling good too.
IDG: Are you from around here?
Me: Yup. Houston born and raised. But i go to boarding school.
IDG: Where?
Me: Connecticut.
IDG: Damn. you should live it up this summer while you can. Do you drink?
Me: Yup. Never alone, though. (truth is I never really have the opportunity to drink. so duh, I always lie)
IDG: Maybe we should hang out, taff. (SCORE, MUTHAFUCKA! I think he's making fun of the signature i have at the end of every one of my texts...)
Me: Maybe we should. When are you free? (that's right! i cater 2u!)
IDG: Never, it seems. Haha this weekend sometime, though there are parties here every night. (Since when do the kids from that school party?)
IDG: I live over at (dorm name here) this summer, got a double room to myself cuz I'm a badass. Gets a little lonely sometimes. (is this an invitation?)
Me: I'm usually busy on weekends (oh yeah, hard to get, lol). And many parties means that youll be frequently hungover. Aw, lonely?
IDG: No, i'm usually not. Las night was ridiculous, not the norm. During the week then. Maybe. (maybe?)
Me: Haha, then we'll see.
IDG: Alright girl (for some reason, all the guys I know like to call me that). Ill keep in touch.
Me: Good.




So right now I'm iming one of my ex boyfriends, and listening to him make up a bunch of bullshit about being in rehab for doing "bad stuff". Turns out he's going to boarding school, too...
And my toilet's sweating.