Mark and I had a conversation about six weeks ago about if poets should read poetry. (It's not necessarily the answer you think.) And tonight, I came across this quote by John Giorno: "“I certainly won’t curl up in a chair with a book of poetry.”
I was arguing against reading poetry (sort of. I was arguing that reading in general was more important that specifically reading poetry) and Mark was, as always, listening to me. (He's really far too good to me.)
That said, I've had conversations with other poets where this suggestion just horrifies them. It's totally anathema. I kind of like driving them crazy.
Showing posts with label conversation. Show all posts
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Friday, May 27, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Approaching an Answer
So, I asked Jimmy about the conversation I had at lunch yesterday. His thoughts were that I was approachable only if someone knew me. Otherwise, not so much.
I realized as I asked him how naturally shy Jimmy is. It's one of the many things I love about him. I asked him if I had scared him away, and he said no. But of course, at that point, I was already friends with Justin and Ryan, and we had those people in common.
Jimmy did note that I'm usually the one to approach people anyway, which is true at least in some cases.
I realized as I asked him how naturally shy Jimmy is. It's one of the many things I love about him. I asked him if I had scared him away, and he said no. But of course, at that point, I was already friends with Justin and Ryan, and we had those people in common.
Jimmy did note that I'm usually the one to approach people anyway, which is true at least in some cases.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Approachable
Another meal, another round of strange conversations. At lunch, Predad sat down with me. Later, when Tamar came and Predad was gone, I complained about Predad coming around, saying I don't understand why she wants to be around me when I am not friendly towards her at all. (I mostly didn't talk as she sat there. I would rather eat alone, in silence, then listen to her mostly incoherent babbling.) "Well isn't this a common problem for you?" Tamar asked.
"What's a common problem?"
"Well, you know, since you're easily approachable."
What? I don't agree at all. I don't her I feel like I have the exact opposite problem. People don't want to come anywhere near me. I complained about an episode from several years ago where someone said some nasty things about me, that implied, among other things, that he would rather not go anywhere near me.
"He was just being a stupid boy!" she answered. "He just wanted your attention, so he said those things."
Well, he most certainly got attention from me. The negative kind of course, and then I began to avoid him because I was all "Uh-huh. This guy is awful and mean and really? I can't believe he said those things with absolutely no evidence."
Tamar maintains that he wanted my attention. I'm skeptical. He had plenty of opportunity and could have used all sorts of false reasons to come and talk to me and we had mutual friends and he never used any of it.
The conversation ended with Tamar saying that "I don't know how men think!"
"I can tell you right now," Jenny chimed in. "They don't think."
Oh well good. Another person giving guys a slide on the whole being brainless thing.
I still disagree with Tamar about being approachable. It's not that I generally try to turn people off, though there are time I actively try, it's that I'm not doing anything nice. Really.
I would ask other people what they think but I can kind of guess. Josie would agree, though she would frame it differently than Tamar did. Ashley would probably say something nasty about it. Dan would say something about me being an enigma, which is a whole other thing I am frustrated with right there.
"What's a common problem?"
"Well, you know, since you're easily approachable."
What? I don't agree at all. I don't her I feel like I have the exact opposite problem. People don't want to come anywhere near me. I complained about an episode from several years ago where someone said some nasty things about me, that implied, among other things, that he would rather not go anywhere near me.
"He was just being a stupid boy!" she answered. "He just wanted your attention, so he said those things."
Well, he most certainly got attention from me. The negative kind of course, and then I began to avoid him because I was all "Uh-huh. This guy is awful and mean and really? I can't believe he said those things with absolutely no evidence."
Tamar maintains that he wanted my attention. I'm skeptical. He had plenty of opportunity and could have used all sorts of false reasons to come and talk to me and we had mutual friends and he never used any of it.
The conversation ended with Tamar saying that "I don't know how men think!"
"I can tell you right now," Jenny chimed in. "They don't think."
Oh well good. Another person giving guys a slide on the whole being brainless thing.
I still disagree with Tamar about being approachable. It's not that I generally try to turn people off, though there are time I actively try, it's that I'm not doing anything nice. Really.
I would ask other people what they think but I can kind of guess. Josie would agree, though she would frame it differently than Tamar did. Ashley would probably say something nasty about it. Dan would say something about me being an enigma, which is a whole other thing I am frustrated with right there.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
LBJ Orders Pants
Continuing on my love for LBJ, I found this video of him ordering pants. Lol. This sounds like my Grandpa.
This has got to be one of the most intimate conversations I've ever heard out of a president, describing various body parts. I like that LBJ knows exactly what he wants. I've heard girls talk about clothes in about this much detail.
The only thing that was sort of creeping me out is that they recorded this conversation. Nixon was notorious for his phone conversations, but I didn't realize all president did that.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Ruth's Stories
Sometimes I accidentally have long conversations with people. Usually they're with people I love who make me laugh. Last night it was Ruth.
Ruth and I have only recently become friends, but we're apparently those friends who meet and then a few weeks later are best friends. (Last year, I did the same thing with Mark. He asks me about something in a class and three weeks later we're having two and a half hour conversations with lots of giggles. By this past April, we would run into each other in the street and ten friends would pass by, each wondering why we were having such enthusiastic conversations that last three hours when they're supposed to be ten.)
Ruth has got all sorts of fun stories. She used to work in a MP's office. She said that it was an awful job, just because the MP was a complete disappointment and because she had to deal with strange situations.
"We had to scan everything that came in and out of the office for records, which was fine, except the scanner was in one room and the computer that would actually make the scanner scan was in another room. You'd have to walk back and forth scanning in four hundred pages. At one point I suggested two people do it, one to flip the paper and the other to press the button, and they thought it was brilliant, but no one ever helped me."
Apparently a lot of people would call asking for asylum, which was fine, except no one could write anything down about anyone, so usually Ruth would have no contact information for them.
"The phone number they had wouldn't work and the ten different emails they had would just come back as one of those failed to send notices, so I started guessing what the email address probably was. Changing certain numbers, adding an s here, that sort of thing. Finally I got one of those emails to work."
Ugh. Incompetent people are able to have jobs all the time and they make so much extra unnecessary work.
The final straw was the schizophrenic who would call in. She apparently believed that the government, elements of the police and a few lawyers were conspiring against her, and she would call the MP's office over it. Ruth would apparently listen to her on the phone, with her head down, because she would call several times a day. Which was apparently better than her emailing six times a day.
"Usually, if it was mildly diverting, I would listen to her for twenty minutes, or if she was really upset, I'd give her forty."
I don't even give some of my friends forty minutes on the phone. And I'd love to talk to Dan like that, but he's always rushing to get off.
I suggested maybe this woman get some help, since it sounds like the government was far too incompetent to possibly be conspiring against her. On the other hand, Ruth's making my job, with minimal human contact, lots of books and research, and fellow employees I actually like, sound awesome. I already was pleased as punch with this work, but you know, it's good to be reminded of how bad it could be.
Ruth and I have only recently become friends, but we're apparently those friends who meet and then a few weeks later are best friends. (Last year, I did the same thing with Mark. He asks me about something in a class and three weeks later we're having two and a half hour conversations with lots of giggles. By this past April, we would run into each other in the street and ten friends would pass by, each wondering why we were having such enthusiastic conversations that last three hours when they're supposed to be ten.)
Ruth has got all sorts of fun stories. She used to work in a MP's office. She said that it was an awful job, just because the MP was a complete disappointment and because she had to deal with strange situations.
"We had to scan everything that came in and out of the office for records, which was fine, except the scanner was in one room and the computer that would actually make the scanner scan was in another room. You'd have to walk back and forth scanning in four hundred pages. At one point I suggested two people do it, one to flip the paper and the other to press the button, and they thought it was brilliant, but no one ever helped me."
Apparently a lot of people would call asking for asylum, which was fine, except no one could write anything down about anyone, so usually Ruth would have no contact information for them.
"The phone number they had wouldn't work and the ten different emails they had would just come back as one of those failed to send notices, so I started guessing what the email address probably was. Changing certain numbers, adding an s here, that sort of thing. Finally I got one of those emails to work."
Ugh. Incompetent people are able to have jobs all the time and they make so much extra unnecessary work.
The final straw was the schizophrenic who would call in. She apparently believed that the government, elements of the police and a few lawyers were conspiring against her, and she would call the MP's office over it. Ruth would apparently listen to her on the phone, with her head down, because she would call several times a day. Which was apparently better than her emailing six times a day.
"Usually, if it was mildly diverting, I would listen to her for twenty minutes, or if she was really upset, I'd give her forty."
I don't even give some of my friends forty minutes on the phone. And I'd love to talk to Dan like that, but he's always rushing to get off.
I suggested maybe this woman get some help, since it sounds like the government was far too incompetent to possibly be conspiring against her. On the other hand, Ruth's making my job, with minimal human contact, lots of books and research, and fellow employees I actually like, sound awesome. I already was pleased as punch with this work, but you know, it's good to be reminded of how bad it could be.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Saturdays in the Fall
I collapsed into Jimmy's arms. It had been a while since I had a hug.
Someone observed to me a few weeks ago that Saturdays in the Fall are basically always holidays. And today it certainly felt like it. We were all going to watch football and hang out and have a good time. Even my sister was in town. She had asked me (me!) for advice on alcohol, so I got her some peach schnapps and orange juice and told her she was going to love Fuzzy Navels. Most women do.
The hallway flooded with various young'uns who were going to the game. They were dressed in their gear, and I got hugs from people I knew, all surprised to see me there. I met several of the new freshmen, one of whom is super proud of his Polish heritage. Man. Freshmen just keep getting younger and younger.
Paul, Jimmy, Kristina, Dan and I all sat in Jimmy's room, chatting it up. Apparently some of the freshmen girls decided to decorate people's doors with silly nicknames. For example, they're calling Jeff Diesel now, which just weirds me out, because I went to high school with a boy nicknamed Diesel and I hated him.
The nickname thing brings up how I have lots of nicknames for certain friends. I told everyone the story of how, over the summer, I had decided my superhero persona was The Giver, because I gave people nicknames. And then I told Jimmy he should be my sidekick, Sensitive Man, because then he could tell me if my nicknames were insensitive or not.
"And then," I said, finishing up my story "Jimmy goes 'Will you still call me Juicebox?'" Everyone laughed.
"You know how you call me Honey?" I asked Dan.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Everyone in my family does that. We call each other all of those names."
"Oh no, I'm not angry about it. I was just going to tell you that I like it when you call me Honey. It sounds nice in your voice."
And then the conversation shifted to something else, and I never got a chance to tell Dan that I had been working on a nickname for him, and I was thinking about calling him Dan Nobilissimus. It is Latin for most noble, and when I had been reading about it, it had kind of struck me as an appropriate faux title for him. I had considered going with Christianissimus (Most Christian) after reading about the title for Kings of France, but decided that I'm unclear about Dan's religious beliefs, something more secular was in order.
We decided to go out to one of the bars, so after getting all dressed in appropriate wear, we headed out. (Nate had given me the key to his room by "accidentally" losing it in Paul's room.) Being a pseudo-holiday, everything was in full swing. Walking along, I was so excited and happy. We stopped for a little while to hear the band play some songs. I danced a little.
We ran into Justin and talked briefly. He looks great, as always. I can't believe how adult and grown up he is.
As we walked along, I even spotted one of my TAs from four years ago. We greeted each other.
We went really early to the bar because we were afraid of getting seats, but we waited less than five minutes for a hightop table. The one lone guy standing there looked completely out of it, and his buddy came over and yelled at him. (Something about a cell phone, it was hard to hear.) And then they left, which of course means a woman came over and sat a large glass of beer in front of me.
"Should I drink it?" I asked everyone. Everyone voted no.
We had a nice time. I scared everyone right off the bat by drinking two shots of whiskey in a row. And then following it with a Long Island Ice Tea.
Being as I am a fan of Long Island Ice Teas, I have them a lot, and they are not all equal. This particular bar had ones that made me happy, so I knew I wanted to have one. Paul ordered one too, and I thought for a moment about how this was the bar where I first turned Paul on to these. I know just about nothing about alcohol, so it's strange that anyone would take my advice on the subject.
We watched the first half of the game there. There was a lot of excitement and cheering. I nearly hit a waitress in the face when I threw my arms out.
We had planned to leave at halftime and walk home, but Paul left early. Paul's sometimes does that, and I didn't think anything of it. I just enjoyed my wings, fries, and Red Headed Slut. I've had really good Red Headed Sluts, but this one was terrible.
We did leave home at halftime. I paid about twenty four dollars for four alcoholic drinks, pop, wings, and fries, which is by far the best I've done at a bar before. This was gloriously good.
Meanwhile, behind us, several guys were hanging out. They were drinking, but they weren't drunk. One of the guys was getting his friends to slap him across the face. When this group of guys saw that we were about to leave, they asked for our table, and we happily gave it to them. After all, that's how we had gotten the table and I'm a big believer in East Lansing manners.
As we were about to leave, I turned to the guy who was taking slaps. "Can I slap you?" I asked.
"Sure!"
I pulled back and whack! right on his left cheek. I aimed it perfectly, my fingers just hitting the area above his beard, getting my upper palm right on the thickest part of his face. It pleasantly stung my hand. Dan, Jimmy and Kristina looked at me like I was crazy.
Someone observed to me a few weeks ago that Saturdays in the Fall are basically always holidays. And today it certainly felt like it. We were all going to watch football and hang out and have a good time. Even my sister was in town. She had asked me (me!) for advice on alcohol, so I got her some peach schnapps and orange juice and told her she was going to love Fuzzy Navels. Most women do.
The hallway flooded with various young'uns who were going to the game. They were dressed in their gear, and I got hugs from people I knew, all surprised to see me there. I met several of the new freshmen, one of whom is super proud of his Polish heritage. Man. Freshmen just keep getting younger and younger.
Paul, Jimmy, Kristina, Dan and I all sat in Jimmy's room, chatting it up. Apparently some of the freshmen girls decided to decorate people's doors with silly nicknames. For example, they're calling Jeff Diesel now, which just weirds me out, because I went to high school with a boy nicknamed Diesel and I hated him.
The nickname thing brings up how I have lots of nicknames for certain friends. I told everyone the story of how, over the summer, I had decided my superhero persona was The Giver, because I gave people nicknames. And then I told Jimmy he should be my sidekick, Sensitive Man, because then he could tell me if my nicknames were insensitive or not.
"And then," I said, finishing up my story "Jimmy goes 'Will you still call me Juicebox?'" Everyone laughed.
"You know how you call me Honey?" I asked Dan.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Everyone in my family does that. We call each other all of those names."
"Oh no, I'm not angry about it. I was just going to tell you that I like it when you call me Honey. It sounds nice in your voice."
And then the conversation shifted to something else, and I never got a chance to tell Dan that I had been working on a nickname for him, and I was thinking about calling him Dan Nobilissimus. It is Latin for most noble, and when I had been reading about it, it had kind of struck me as an appropriate faux title for him. I had considered going with Christianissimus (Most Christian) after reading about the title for Kings of France, but decided that I'm unclear about Dan's religious beliefs, something more secular was in order.
We decided to go out to one of the bars, so after getting all dressed in appropriate wear, we headed out. (Nate had given me the key to his room by "accidentally" losing it in Paul's room.) Being a pseudo-holiday, everything was in full swing. Walking along, I was so excited and happy. We stopped for a little while to hear the band play some songs. I danced a little.
We ran into Justin and talked briefly. He looks great, as always. I can't believe how adult and grown up he is.
As we walked along, I even spotted one of my TAs from four years ago. We greeted each other.
We went really early to the bar because we were afraid of getting seats, but we waited less than five minutes for a hightop table. The one lone guy standing there looked completely out of it, and his buddy came over and yelled at him. (Something about a cell phone, it was hard to hear.) And then they left, which of course means a woman came over and sat a large glass of beer in front of me.
"Should I drink it?" I asked everyone. Everyone voted no.
We had a nice time. I scared everyone right off the bat by drinking two shots of whiskey in a row. And then following it with a Long Island Ice Tea.
Being as I am a fan of Long Island Ice Teas, I have them a lot, and they are not all equal. This particular bar had ones that made me happy, so I knew I wanted to have one. Paul ordered one too, and I thought for a moment about how this was the bar where I first turned Paul on to these. I know just about nothing about alcohol, so it's strange that anyone would take my advice on the subject.
We watched the first half of the game there. There was a lot of excitement and cheering. I nearly hit a waitress in the face when I threw my arms out.
We had planned to leave at halftime and walk home, but Paul left early. Paul's sometimes does that, and I didn't think anything of it. I just enjoyed my wings, fries, and Red Headed Slut. I've had really good Red Headed Sluts, but this one was terrible.
We did leave home at halftime. I paid about twenty four dollars for four alcoholic drinks, pop, wings, and fries, which is by far the best I've done at a bar before. This was gloriously good.
Meanwhile, behind us, several guys were hanging out. They were drinking, but they weren't drunk. One of the guys was getting his friends to slap him across the face. When this group of guys saw that we were about to leave, they asked for our table, and we happily gave it to them. After all, that's how we had gotten the table and I'm a big believer in East Lansing manners.
As we were about to leave, I turned to the guy who was taking slaps. "Can I slap you?" I asked.
"Sure!"
I pulled back and whack! right on his left cheek. I aimed it perfectly, my fingers just hitting the area above his beard, getting my upper palm right on the thickest part of his face. It pleasantly stung my hand. Dan, Jimmy and Kristina looked at me like I was crazy.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Sweets
I walked with Dan to the ice cream store. We were going there to meet Justin. I hadn't seen either of them in so long, but just walking with Dan made me feel like it was old times.
We got there before Justin, so we waited outside for him. When he appeared, he looked kind of the same, but all grown up. He had on his lightweight frames and his black shirt and pinstripe pants. He looked very fancy, but also very adult. We exchanged hugs.
We went inside. I didn't really need ice cream, since I had already far too many sweets, but I agreed to get something. I went with some peach ice cream. I honestly hadn't been in this shop since I went with friends and my then-boyfriend freshman year, so I'm not familiar with what they had. Both of the boys got smoothies, which is what I should have had.
Justin and Dan and I talked. Justin talked about work. He seems to really love his job and be really enthusiastic about it, which makes me happy for him. He deserves those good things because he's worked so hard.
As we were sitting there, Johnson came in and went in the back. I wanted to have a nice conversation with Dan and Justin, and sometimes Johnson can be a little much, so I was praying that he wouldn't notice us.
No such luck. Johnson called me from inside the store. And he came down and sat with us.
Dan's going to be moving into an apartment with an old friend. Dan's a little worried, since the friend's only tie to the area is his girlfriend, that the friend's not going to stay long. I told Dan, since I knew this friend, that he shouldn't worry because the friend wasn't the kind to stiff him. This particular person strikes me as the kind to not always have long relationships, but the kind that would probably find another girl, and another connection, to make it work.
Justin also mentioned his family a little, since his parents are celebrating their anniversary. Justin sadly won't be around this weekend because he's hanging out with them.
They also discussed another mutual friend, Nick. They were saying what a jerk he might actually be, but that everyone liked him. I really like him to. He is kind of bitchy, but he also has this deeply honest thing going on that makes me like him more.
Nate then texted me, asking me how I expected to get back to his place. Okay then, guess that's my cue to leave, I thought. I said goodbye to people, had more hugs, then I got in the car and we went back over to Nate's place.
Back at Nate's place, we began to wind down for the night. Nate worked on an online quiz for a class. Megan got ready to go to bed. I wrote in my journal.
After Nate finished his quiz, we went out for a late night walk together. It was really beautiful. There was a crescent moon hanging low in the sky. We wandered through mostly darkness, Nate leading me since he was familiar with the area. We trampled through some rough parts, making me regret (just a little) wearing flip flops. There was even one small spot that felt like a swamp. But as we walked I thought about what an exciting day it had been and how glad I was to have come for a visit. Spending time with friends like this always makes me so happy and both nostalgic and enthusiastic for the future at the same time. As we walked, we spotted a small kitty darting by an apartment complex.
We got there before Justin, so we waited outside for him. When he appeared, he looked kind of the same, but all grown up. He had on his lightweight frames and his black shirt and pinstripe pants. He looked very fancy, but also very adult. We exchanged hugs.
We went inside. I didn't really need ice cream, since I had already far too many sweets, but I agreed to get something. I went with some peach ice cream. I honestly hadn't been in this shop since I went with friends and my then-boyfriend freshman year, so I'm not familiar with what they had. Both of the boys got smoothies, which is what I should have had.
Justin and Dan and I talked. Justin talked about work. He seems to really love his job and be really enthusiastic about it, which makes me happy for him. He deserves those good things because he's worked so hard.
As we were sitting there, Johnson came in and went in the back. I wanted to have a nice conversation with Dan and Justin, and sometimes Johnson can be a little much, so I was praying that he wouldn't notice us.
No such luck. Johnson called me from inside the store. And he came down and sat with us.
Dan's going to be moving into an apartment with an old friend. Dan's a little worried, since the friend's only tie to the area is his girlfriend, that the friend's not going to stay long. I told Dan, since I knew this friend, that he shouldn't worry because the friend wasn't the kind to stiff him. This particular person strikes me as the kind to not always have long relationships, but the kind that would probably find another girl, and another connection, to make it work.
Justin also mentioned his family a little, since his parents are celebrating their anniversary. Justin sadly won't be around this weekend because he's hanging out with them.
They also discussed another mutual friend, Nick. They were saying what a jerk he might actually be, but that everyone liked him. I really like him to. He is kind of bitchy, but he also has this deeply honest thing going on that makes me like him more.
Nate then texted me, asking me how I expected to get back to his place. Okay then, guess that's my cue to leave, I thought. I said goodbye to people, had more hugs, then I got in the car and we went back over to Nate's place.
Back at Nate's place, we began to wind down for the night. Nate worked on an online quiz for a class. Megan got ready to go to bed. I wrote in my journal.
After Nate finished his quiz, we went out for a late night walk together. It was really beautiful. There was a crescent moon hanging low in the sky. We wandered through mostly darkness, Nate leading me since he was familiar with the area. We trampled through some rough parts, making me regret (just a little) wearing flip flops. There was even one small spot that felt like a swamp. But as we walked I thought about what an exciting day it had been and how glad I was to have come for a visit. Spending time with friends like this always makes me so happy and both nostalgic and enthusiastic for the future at the same time. As we walked, we spotted a small kitty darting by an apartment complex.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Shway Fu
Matt and I had dinner tonight. It was a really good time.
We had this whole long conversation where we made fun of Twilight. Matt's sisters are really into it, so he complained to me that he can't even escape it. This is one of the few times I'm grateful that my sister hates reading, so my family is Twilight free. Except for my merciless teasing on it.
I told him all about my whole Mom being dramatic thing. I also went on a rant about how I don't understand what New Age types are talking about when they say that you need to flow with the energy in shway fu. This got him to laugh at me and said I had created a spoonerism of the right word, feng shui. And, at one point, I told him that me and math went together like oil and the Gulf of Mexico: it's a disaster. That last one made him laugh really hard.
Matt thinks I'm really funny, and I would say that I have my moments of wit, but I'm not that impressive. He had this idea to video tape our conversations and then put clips of them up on YouTube. I'm wondering if anyone would actually be interested in that. I think it's a lot of giggling between us, mostly. And if you've ever listened in on other conversations (which I never do...) than you know that they tend to be fairly boring, if not downright stupid.
We ended up getting kicked out of the restaurant we were in because it was so late. There was this moment when I realized that we were the only people there anymore. So we sat in his car and talked. Man, I'm sometimes so embarrassed by my Podunk town sometimes. There's not much to do. Just sit around in the dark night talking.
My sister texted me, asking if I wanted to go get some stuff for Father's Day, and I said yes, thinking we'd be back soon, but it was like the time just disappeared, and poof! she had left without me after giving up. Matt and I spent hours hanging out. Oh well. I also need to get a certain someone a birthday gift, so I was going to that with my sister, but I guess I'll have to try tomorrow.
When I got home, my Mom was all "What do we need to know about Matt?" It made me miss MSU, where I could go out with a boy, and no one would give me a hard time. Any time I hang out with a guy, my Mom has to make it into such a big deal.
We had this whole long conversation where we made fun of Twilight. Matt's sisters are really into it, so he complained to me that he can't even escape it. This is one of the few times I'm grateful that my sister hates reading, so my family is Twilight free. Except for my merciless teasing on it.
I told him all about my whole Mom being dramatic thing. I also went on a rant about how I don't understand what New Age types are talking about when they say that you need to flow with the energy in shway fu. This got him to laugh at me and said I had created a spoonerism of the right word, feng shui. And, at one point, I told him that me and math went together like oil and the Gulf of Mexico: it's a disaster. That last one made him laugh really hard.
Matt thinks I'm really funny, and I would say that I have my moments of wit, but I'm not that impressive. He had this idea to video tape our conversations and then put clips of them up on YouTube. I'm wondering if anyone would actually be interested in that. I think it's a lot of giggling between us, mostly. And if you've ever listened in on other conversations (which I never do...) than you know that they tend to be fairly boring, if not downright stupid.
We ended up getting kicked out of the restaurant we were in because it was so late. There was this moment when I realized that we were the only people there anymore. So we sat in his car and talked. Man, I'm sometimes so embarrassed by my Podunk town sometimes. There's not much to do. Just sit around in the dark night talking.
My sister texted me, asking if I wanted to go get some stuff for Father's Day, and I said yes, thinking we'd be back soon, but it was like the time just disappeared, and poof! she had left without me after giving up. Matt and I spent hours hanging out. Oh well. I also need to get a certain someone a birthday gift, so I was going to that with my sister, but I guess I'll have to try tomorrow.
When I got home, my Mom was all "What do we need to know about Matt?" It made me miss MSU, where I could go out with a boy, and no one would give me a hard time. Any time I hang out with a guy, my Mom has to make it into such a big deal.
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