- Joshua (2007)
To briefly update my last post:
The day following my blog post I checked my facebook to find a response from gym guy. He was flattered by my message but was curious as to how I knew his name. I attempted to truthfully explain how I essentially stalked him. The response was funny and self-depricating and I was sure I was on the right track to a date. The following day his facebook status read: "gym guy wants you to take him out to coffee...yes you." Absolutely positive he was referring to me, I waited anxiously for a response to my message. And then I waited longer. And then I waited longer. And then I realized his facebook status was meant to be a general invitation to any of his facebook friends.
I fail at life.
A few days later I am at the rec center once again hopping about on an elliptical. Not five minutes into my exercise routine, gym guy passes in front of me and I immediately tense up. I can tell by his body language that he's well aware of my presence and we both try our hardest not to make eye contact. He hops onto the elliptical right in front of me as I text to Jessi: "God damnit, he's here." For some reason I cannot stop laughing. As I put my phone back into the holder, my hand knocks the cap to my waterbottle off, sending it to the floor. I watch in slow motion as it rolls directly underneath gym guy's elliptical machine. God is mocking me.
I left the gym that night without gym guy's phone number, without a cap to my water bottle, and without my dignity. Fuck my life.
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In between stalking people at the rec center, I managed to secure an on-campus job in which I call UNT alumni and persuade them to donate money to the school. Sounds incredibly dull, I know. But the people are great, the hours are perfect and my boss is one of the more fascinating people I've met in a very long time. I am absolutely loving it. More on that in a later post.
For now, enjoy these pictures:
Jessi and I went on a Dallas date last weekend. CD store first, Urban Outfitters, Sushi, and then There Will Be Blood at the Angelika. Here she is at dinner as we eavesdrop on and silenty mock two girls behind us discussing work-out routines and dieting.
Starbucks.
Shana turns 22! I got her a 40th birthday card because I'm awesome.
I fucking love this cat.
It's a celebration, bitches!
Jessi and I visited her friend Allie at her new place. We both want to kick Allie out and move in. It looks rough, but its charm overwhelms you. Trust.
Hilarious flyer we saw on Fry street.
On the way to Jupiter House for java.
Laters for now!
