So, since I've forgotten to update lately, here goes:
I'm officially 23 years old, and had a very awesome birthday celebration that lasted an entire week (thanks to my friends who all wanted to buy me a meal for my birthday present). It concluded with my sister taking me, her friend Arlene, and my friend Angela out to dinner at the Four Seasons in Dunwoody. That town still freaks me out.
Lately, I've realized I have a sleeping problem that is slowly causing my days to blend together. The last few nights, I've been going to bed at 5 AM (because I never can seem to get myself tired sooner) and then I've been sleeping until mid afternoon the next day. I've tried correcting this by going to bed earlier and trying to change my diet, but nothing seems to work.
I also attended Julie's bachelorette party 2 weeks ago. I was very apprehensive about it because all of Chan and Ena's friends would be there, and they haven't seen or heard from me in months. I was worried that there might be some animosity directed at me by everyone since I felt Chan had said that I was crazy and that the failure of our relationship was totally my fault, but I didn't really have to worry. Sure, it was awkward....but I let it go eventually and we all managed to have a good time. I also hung out with Chan's first girlfriend, Natalie, the next day to catch up. We used to be really close when Chan and I dated, and she took it upon herself to fill in the blanks of things that I missed out on and things I don't remember. Honestly? I'm glad I missed out on all the stuff she filled me in on. It sounded like WAAAAAYYYY too much high school drama for me.
I really, really need a life.
Coco
Family is the best thing a person could ever have!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Paper Gangsta (An Interesting Conundrum)
Yet again with people contacting me!
This time, the person in question was that of my old swimming teammate, Owen. We met sophomore year on the swim team, and had a few classes (German only) together until May 2005. The following year, he completely changed tracks and headed to McCallie, a boarding/military school. He has always wanted to be in some branch of the military.
He chose the Navy.
I hadn't thought too much about him (except for the occasional memory that would randomly pop up). I was somewhat distracted when we were in close quarters during high school, and got irritated with everything at the drop of a hat. I was mentally drained from mom's illness, and then there was the happy distraction of my boyfriend at the time. I never even looked much in his direction. He was more of an irritation to me in the sense that he would "tug at my pigtails" because of my refusal to acknowledge his presence. He was "the hottest guy on the team" but I had no interest. The fact that he irritated me was enough for me to keep ignoring him, which made him try harder....with zest.
The other day, I realized I never read anything in my yearbooks that my mom bought me. While perusing through signatures and the traditional "have a good summers", I come across Owen's familiar scrawl in my 2005 edition of The Paragon.
He had gone to prom with me and my boyfriend as my friend Megan's date. The humiliating events of that night came flooding back to me in living color as I read what he had to say.
"Kristen,
Prom war so spass (I cringed here and edited this after reading; I'm somewhat of a grammar Nazi in German). Really, you looked great and I had a great time. Erik is a neat guy, so good choice anyway.
Bye,
OK"
This message seriously left me going, "WHAT. THE. HELL." So I asked my friend Matt, who I later found out knows Owen, about his thoughts on the matter. He seems to think that Owen might have had some sort of crush on me back in the day....which gave me a conflicted feeling. If this were true, how could I not have seen this?
I then showed him my message I had written Owen on Facebook, and also Owen's reply. I am supposed to be in Florida about an hour and a half away from the Naval base where he is in May (for a bachelorette party for my friend Susan, but also to visit mine and my sister's grandmother) and wanted to know whether or not Owen would be interested in meeting me at all for lunch one day in order to catch up on things.
His reply? "Sure! That would be great! Pensacola is fun."
Matt reiterates, "Yeah, he has a thing for you. He knows how that was going to be read. There's no way in hell he would be so enthusiastic if he didn't, or if you were just a friend."
So I'm confused now.
Stupid boys.
This time, the person in question was that of my old swimming teammate, Owen. We met sophomore year on the swim team, and had a few classes (German only) together until May 2005. The following year, he completely changed tracks and headed to McCallie, a boarding/military school. He has always wanted to be in some branch of the military.
He chose the Navy.
I hadn't thought too much about him (except for the occasional memory that would randomly pop up). I was somewhat distracted when we were in close quarters during high school, and got irritated with everything at the drop of a hat. I was mentally drained from mom's illness, and then there was the happy distraction of my boyfriend at the time. I never even looked much in his direction. He was more of an irritation to me in the sense that he would "tug at my pigtails" because of my refusal to acknowledge his presence. He was "the hottest guy on the team" but I had no interest. The fact that he irritated me was enough for me to keep ignoring him, which made him try harder....with zest.
The other day, I realized I never read anything in my yearbooks that my mom bought me. While perusing through signatures and the traditional "have a good summers", I come across Owen's familiar scrawl in my 2005 edition of The Paragon.
He had gone to prom with me and my boyfriend as my friend Megan's date. The humiliating events of that night came flooding back to me in living color as I read what he had to say.
"Kristen,
Prom war so spass (I cringed here and edited this after reading; I'm somewhat of a grammar Nazi in German). Really, you looked great and I had a great time. Erik is a neat guy, so good choice anyway.
Bye,
OK"
This message seriously left me going, "WHAT. THE. HELL." So I asked my friend Matt, who I later found out knows Owen, about his thoughts on the matter. He seems to think that Owen might have had some sort of crush on me back in the day....which gave me a conflicted feeling. If this were true, how could I not have seen this?
I then showed him my message I had written Owen on Facebook, and also Owen's reply. I am supposed to be in Florida about an hour and a half away from the Naval base where he is in May (for a bachelorette party for my friend Susan, but also to visit mine and my sister's grandmother) and wanted to know whether or not Owen would be interested in meeting me at all for lunch one day in order to catch up on things.
His reply? "Sure! That would be great! Pensacola is fun."
Matt reiterates, "Yeah, he has a thing for you. He knows how that was going to be read. There's no way in hell he would be so enthusiastic if he didn't, or if you were just a friend."
So I'm confused now.
Stupid boys.
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