imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For What it's Worth For What it's WorthLife has been a million and one flavors of exciting lately. Seriously, now. For starters, I met a boy. That's right, I, Megan, the one that decided by the time I was 16 that I would probably die without having ever been on a date, have met a boy. Technically, I met this boy ages ago. My friend Babs (well, then friend, now roommate) had a little campout some time ago. The guy that she was there with brought his cousin, who I will currently refer to as JW for lack of creativity. We talked for a few minutes. It was pleasant. Then I had to leave, because I was still in servitude to the handicapped at the time. I was remarkably displeased about the having to leave. Apparently, JW was as well. He mentioned to Jessica that he thought I was cute. I was impressed. That was pretty much the last I heard of him. Until a couple days ago. See, Babs's male companion attended JW's birthday party. JW inquired as to my whereabouts. He had thought that Babs and I may attend his birthday affair. He was quite interested in me. Babs's friend offered to give me JW's phone number. Since that time, we have had two telephone conversations. The first was approximately two and a half hours long. The second, three and a half. In Babs's words, wowzers. He really really likes me. Which is just fine and dandy (Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas...sorry, Dolly Parton moment), because I like him quite a bit as well. He's coming to see me this Saturday. I would say that I'm excited, but I'm not. I'm thrilled. Truly. I caught myself sitting there twirling my hair around my finger like an idiot while I was talking to him last night. He makes me giddy. He loves the way I sound and likes talking to me and all kinds of things. I feel a little bad actually, because he's kind of sick right now and every time I make him laugh he coughs rather severely. It sounds wretchedly painful. He says it is. It makes me want to do something to make him feel better. I'm getting all sappy and stupid about this already. So, that was the biggest, most exciting of the million flavors of exciting. Also on the list, I had a gynecological exam so I could get on birth control. You may find it interesting that as soon as I start talking to a boy, I get myself on birth control. Shut your mouth. That appointment was made a good solid week before I knew about any of this JW business. Anyway, I went in to the local county health department and they proceeded to pry open my vagina and scrape at my cervix. It was less than pleasant. Fortunately, the woman that took my blood afterward had some idea what she was doing. When I told her I don't have any good veins, she believed me and everything. She took blood from my hand without it even hurting. Always impressive. Also, I believe I've yet to mention that I no longer work for the handicapped; I have an apartment; and something else so that this comes out to a lovely three things. People like to have their lists in threes. Silly people. Bah. So, I have to go do something other than this. I just thought that everyone would like to know that I am, in fact, alive. I still exist! Love me! 4:25 p.m. - November 24, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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