boy stuff
April 08, 2002 at 1:29 p.m.
Embarrasing story:
so Mr. Crabtree invites me to go cosmic bowling Friday night. But I've already been out to dinner and dancing with Matt so I called him to tell him I was too pooped...
when does Reva ever say no to a cute boy? Dang it.
I threw on a t-shirt and a dirty pair of jeans and headed over. It was me and a sea of guys.. all Mr. C's friends. Intimidating? Yes.
But it gets worse when they turn on the black lights and everything white starts glowing and....
I don't know what I had spilled on my jeans, but big splotches were GLOWING all down my pants. Whatever was there was invisible to the normal eye, but the black lights were on and .... oh gag.
I just hope I hadn't sat in anything that was making my butt glow. I was too scared to turn around and look...:)
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My relationship with my mom is awesome. I learned a while ago if I feel I need to keep something from her, it's a bad thing and I should run. If I can't be open with mom, well, there's my answer.
So it's always fun to break these things to her. I called her from church on Sunday to tell her I wasn't dead (she wiggs when I don't answer the phone on a weekend morning) and announced brazenly
"Hey, there was a boy in my apartment until 4:30 this morning!"
I don't think it's sunk it yet... she might have been asleep:)
Heheh. I love surprises. I get home from Lord of the Rings (4th time now!) Saturday night and dutifully called Mr. Crabtree to say g'night.
As we chatted, someone knocked on my door and oh - let's everyone guess who that was...
With The Muppet Movie on video. BOO-YAH!!!
We watched the movie and snuggled for a while. He totally digs me, and I have a recital hearing in 3 WEEKS. It's just cool how I'm getting everything done plus there's this cute boy that hangs around occasionally. NO kissing though... not this time around.
The only problem is, now the left side of the couch smells like boy slightly. A girl can pick up these things.
SUPERCRACK is STILL REVA. dang that's cool.