oh number 2 is lamentable...
September 30, 2002 at 12:11 a.m.
If I ever said first dates were hard, I was completely wrong.
It's the second dates that are the doozies.
It was the same guy from last weekend, but this time it just... I don't know...
I just don't understand these Arizona boys and their shallow impersonal dating. It's a trip to get asked out this often, but I'm tired of small talk. My favorite parts about dating are when I get home and can call Loren and scream and laugh to him about my cracky dating life... and then giggle with my roomates, eat ice cream and swear off men every Saturday night.
I didn't enjoy myself on Saturday because we had almost nothing in common.... he's a jock and and he knows nothing about music. i just... you gotta have a clue. You gotta dance (and I'm talking ballroom and swing - and you have to be able to lead!) and you gotta know something about music if you date the Reva.
Maybe that narrows the parameters and I'm off the hook?
He's called twice today. Should I call him back? DOn't want to be rude.. he sounds depressed... I just want to run out of my front door and scream down the street.
I'm starting to get reeal wary of these tall RM types. I'm more interested in my sexy violin. I have a week in for me.. must praaaaaactice.
I need a pedicure baaaad. This hot Arimazona weather has forced me to live in flip flops (getting one sexy flip-flop tan line, by-the-by..) but I need my tootsies to be pampered.
I used this cool Mary Kay "Satin Hands" that my mom got me tonight... my hands feel all soft and ready for action.
I'm an athlete. I'm toning my body and honing my muscles as much as anyone who throws a ball or swings a bat or whatever those athlete-y folks do.
golly ... those athletes get massages and fancy stuff, don't they? Poor Reva.. at least my hands'll be silky for a few hours.
Oooo, I retuned my first geetar and I'm teaching one of my roomates how to play Black Ballon by the Goo Goo Dolls because it's reallllly easy. ooo that's a great song..
Looking at my hands, I'm surprised. My callouses are getting huge on my left hand, but not from the violin. You don't get them from those baby strings - just the guitar. And on my neck I'm getting a freakingly large callous from my violin chin rest.
Dang it feels sexy. My beauty comes from what I've done with my body and my mind, not what I do to my face or my hair to look more dreamier.
Heck no, becuase I have no freaking clue how to fix my hair.
At least there's one person out there who appreciates me for me... okay, maybe two, uncle Hugh:) But one boy in particular is scaring me by how well he knows me.
Dang am I glad he's in Texas.
Hiro called me this weekend... he's that faboo jazz pianist I just adore backat UNT. We're playing in Toronto together this January and I am sooo stoked.
He's one of my favorite people in the whole wide world and he teaches me so much.
Well, he went to a thing at UNT where a father of the Columbine HS victim Rachel Cox spoke. ANd in his words, he asked the people in the audience to go and thank the five people in their life that had influenced them and helped them the most..
so he called to thank me for being in his life.
Happy tears are one of the best things in life, you know?
SUPERCRACK is so happy. I love my people, yes I do:) Texas doesn't seem so far.