Falling in Love

It's been a while since I posted, but here I am again.  Did you miss me?  You may or may not remember that this past weekend I was planning to go to my family picnic.  I did and G came with me.  My entire family adored him - yay :)-especially my adorable 4 year old cousin who had way too much fun attempting to put girly dress-up clothes on him.  She did manage to get some pink sequined bunny ears on him and he removed them right before my mom could snap a photo.  Then she tried to get him to wear a princess crown and then a pink sun hat.  I told her he might be willing to wear a fireman hat, and he agreed to that.  Then she started putting headbands on it.  Silly child.  He has a four year old niece though, so he was a good sport.  We stayed with my aunt and uncle Friday night and watched a couple of movies.  Their TV shuts off by itself a lot, and makes movie viewing difficult.  Then we went to the family picnic on Saturday.  It was near a creek, so it wasn't too hot, and I ended up swimming in my clothes.  It was good seeing my family, and there was lots of good food.  Then my parents drove my brother and his girlfriend home and we followed them.  My brother is going to boot camp for the Marines September 19th, so it was the last time I get to see him for a while.  He showed me the new knives and throwing stars he got, and he gave me this necklace he made, which I love. 

Then we played Call of Duty, but it was 10 on 1, the one being him, and I never even managed to find him.  After that, we stayed at my parents' house for the next two nights before heading back.  I brought back some clothes and my other guitar, as well as my flute and keyboard (think piano, not typing). 

some clothes and these shoes

I also brought back my sewing machine, because I have some clothes I want to turn into other clothes (I guess it's called upcycling, but that word can have some pretty negative connotations).  On Sunday, after I went to church, we visited some people I wanted to see, and then we climbed up Beacon Rock, which is about a half an hour from where I grew up.You wouldn't picture a rock with trees growing on it, but it's basically like a small forest on the rock.

the view to the right

view to the left

the trail

You may or may not recall that I was in a wheelchair from October through May.  I thought I was fine for the hike, and I was on the way up, but on the way down my left leg wanted to give out, because it was too tired.  G helped me 2/3 of the way down and my dad helped me for the middle 1/3.  We stopped to take a few breaks.  The convenient thing about it being a rock is that there are lots of places you can sit to rest.  When I was taking one of my many rests, I looked up at G and he mouthed the words, "I love you" with a tear streaming down his face.  With a huge smile on my face, I mouthed back, "I love you too."  That was the happiest moment of my entire life.  Since then, we've said it to each other out loud, and I still smile hugely every time.

I also learned some other things that G and I have in common: we use the same shampoo, Herbal Essences Body Envy, and we're both mad they changed the scent from white nectarine and pink coral flower which smelled SO GOOD, to something I don't even remember, still smells good but no longer AMAZING; we wear the same size of pants and pretty much the same size of shoes (I have big feet for a girl, and he has small feet for a guy), we both like classic rock and he's going to raid my iTunes.  We're also within a half inch of one another's height.  He's a tiny bit taller, but we already knew that.

So yeah, I'm in love, and my blog will probably continue to not have a single post that doesn't mention G.

In other news, I discovered Polyvore, and all I can say is, where has this been all my life.  I'm not into fashion trends or anything, but I do like putting together outfits and stuff, especially jewelry, and they have this little add-on that allows you to use images from around the web.

My Own Style by jaythejedi featuring Topshop

That's some of the stuff I've been drooling over, and with the prices of most of them, I'll just have to keep on drooling.  I'll stick to thrift stores, thank you very much.  It's fun though. I'm going to a concert with G on Friday.  It's called Summer Camp Music Festival 2011.  10 bands for only $20.  I've only heard of a few of the bands, so I'm listening to them a bunch today.  They're all pretty good, and it would be fun even if they weren't since I'll be with G.  Hopefully I'll get some pictures for you guys.

And then my Life got Interesting

I got this email in my spam this morning.  These spammers are trying to get trickier.

Attention Please,

I am Barr.Philip Weah and I am very happy to inform you about my success in getting that fund transferred. Now I want you to contact my secretary on his email address below and receive your compensation of $3.5M from him:

NAME: Mr Iyi Omambala
EMAIL:(iyi_omambala222@msn.com
Kindly reconfirm to him the following below information:

Your full name_________________________
Your address__________________________
Your country___________________________
Your age______________________________
Your occupation________________________
Your cell Phone number______________________
Your passport-----------------------------

Note that if you did not send him the above information complete, he will not release the cheque to you because he has to be sure that it is you. Ask him to send you the total sum of ($3.5m )USD CASHIER'S CHEQUE ,which I kept for you.
Note also that I will not be reached by email or phone for now because I am currently away in Japan for investment purpose with my share and I will be busy till about six months time or a year.

Best regards,
Barr.Philip Weah.

First of all, he's trying to convince me that I already helped him transfer a large sum of money and I just don't remember.  He's just trying to pain me what I clearly earned, before developing amnesia.  I won't be able to contact him, because, naturally, he'll be off investing his large sum of money, and far too busy to check his email or answer his phone.  Not tricky enough, spammer, not tricky enough.

Anyway, in other, much more interesting news, I met some of G's friends on Saturday.  They're all pretty cool and fun to hang out with.  And they all seemed to like me.  We barbecued hot dogs and drank mixed drinks.  Mine consisted of vanilla rum, cranberry juice, and lemonade.  It was the hottest day of the year, and heat zaps my appetite, so I only had one hot dog.  We were at E and S's apartment, which is about 30 minutes away.  E and S have been dating for two years and they live together.  S, a female, asked G to drive her to go to the liquor store, since she was too drunk to drive herself.  G asked me if I wanted to come along, despite the fact that I couldn't go in, since everyone else had left, but S insisted I should stay with E, since it was hot out and I couldn't go in anyway.  So I did.  You're probably thinking that E made a move on me or something.  That did not happen.  E is a very nice guy with nerdy Star Wars tattoos, and he wouldn't do that.  He went and cleaned up the kitchen.  I asked if he wanted help.  He said no, he'd get more brownie points with S if he cleaned it by himself.  Then his friend J called, and he came over.  G and S returned from the liquor store and then S went into the bathroom and G told me that we need to talk later.  Then we played this fun game called Kings.  After that, S went into her room to take a nap, because she had a headache, and the guys and I hung out and talked and watched funny Youtube videos.  Then I almost puked and G held my hair back until I was sure I was okay.  After about an hour longer of hanging out, we left to go home.  Before we turned to get onto the freeway, I felt like I had to puke again, so I let G know and he pulled into a parking lot, where I just barely managed to get the door open in time.  I think I would have been fine if it hadn't been so hot out.  Heat and I do not get along well at all.  G found me a bag and doubled it in case I had to puke again before we got off the freeway.  Then he actually kissed me.  Then we got nearly all the way home, literally a minute from his house.  He pulled over against the curb and told me that S had kissed him when he took her to the liquor store.  He was pretty freaked out, because E is his best friend, and he really doesn't want to screw up their friendship.  He wanted to tell E, because he is a very honest guy, but E and S live together, so he really can't.  It's a bit of a moral dilemma for him.  Also, E, S, and G have been very good friends for a long time, and he was just thoroughly baffled.  He processed for a while, and finally came to terms with the fact that he really can't tell E.  Then he kissed me again, and said the only pukefaced girl he wants to kiss is me.  Super romantic, right? It was really sweet though.  After that, I told him that he has to talk to her about it, because if anyone is going to tell E what happened, it has to be her.  I'm right about that, aren't I?  After that, we went into his house and cuddled and watched Naruto.  I've seen most of the first season before, but he hadn't and it has been a while since I've seen it, so we started from the beginning.  He really liked it.  Then we went to bed.  He's taken to calling me amazing and beautiful a whole lot more, which I love.

The next order of business is movie reviews.  These will be quite brief, since I have 12 of them.  Yeah, I know that's a lot.  So I am dividing them into movies that I really enjoyed and would heartily recommend and movies that I didn't care so much for and never want to see again, and then some that I'm sort of undecided about.  Don't comment on my punctuation.   I know comma splices are running rampant.  So, good movies to watch: Charlie Bartlett, it's about a kid who has been kicked out of all the private schools and how he starts going to public school and acting as the unofficial therapist to the students there; St. Trinian's School for Girls, it's dark and twisted, which I love in a movie, it's about a school for girls, whose theme song is about them being the defenders of anarchy, breaking the law in order to get money to prevent their school from being closed down; Office Space, recommended to me by G, a really hilarious movie about people hating their jobs and rebelling against their horrible boss; Transformers, love love love love love, nothing but good things to say about all three of them, which I watched with G, they're funny, they're action-packed, they're far-fetched but not too far-fetched, okay so alien robots probably aren't real, but the plot was good is what I'm trying to say basically, these movies have taken a place in my top ten movies list; Constantine, one of G's favorites, sadly I fell asleep for about five minutes at the end, so I don't know how it ended, but every bit I saw was really good, it's delightfully creepy and I loved it; Bridesmaids, which seriously surprised me, watched it with my roommates, thought it would be a lame chick flick, but my abs hurt by the time it was over, I laughed so much, it's about, surprisingly enough, bridesmaids.

So that's it for the ones I loved.  Here are the ones I hated: Sweeney Todd (the Tim Burton one! (I know right)), about a barber who murders people, the story was shallow, the musicalness was annoying, it takes a lot for me to not like a Tim Burton movie so you can see how awful this one must be; Forget-Me-Not, got this one from Redbox, watched it with G, the story was interesting, the part of it that made any sense, that is, not much of it made sense is the problem, scary gory confusing story, and the ending just leaves you going 'huh?', House of 9, watched with G, courtesy of Netflix, had the potential to be good, Battle Royale style competition between kidnapped people in a house, winner gets 5 million dollars, sort of a study into what people are capable of, it was alright for what it was, but for being very entertaining, it really wasn't.

There's this new category on Netflix (maybe not new, but I just noticed it) called Darkly Suspenseful Psychological Thrillers.  Oddly specific, isn't it?  That is actually exactly the sort of movie that I usually love, so I'm pretty excited about it.

Movies that were alright/I'm sort of on the fence about: Prom, what can I say but meh? It was predictable and sort of like A Walk to Remember, but without cancer, it was a nice story, but like I said, very predictable; Wristcutters: A Love Story, it was really interesting from both a psychological and an entertainment standpoint, sort of really depressing though, so I didn't entirely love it, about a world where people who commit suicide go and a boy finding his ex-girlfriend there after he kills himself when she breaks up with him.

That's it for movie reviews.

G is going with me to my family picnic on Sunday :) We're leaving on Friday and returning on Monday.  I just emailed my mom to let her know that, and also that he exists, so we'll see what she says.  I'm off to shower and get ready to go hang out with G.

I am Loving my Life

I spent the entire day and most of the night with G yesterday.  He is in California now, just for five days,  but I already miss him like crazy.  We Skyped today, because he already misses me like crazy too.  Yesterday he took me out for sushi and taught me how to use chopsticks.  Then we went back to his place and I met his mom and his four year old niece.  I helped him move and set up the new fence for his chickens.  Then his niece made it her mission to get all the feathers she could for me to use for jewelry making.  So today I made her a bracelet with some flower/rhinestone beads I had.  G and I have been watching lots of movies and playing lots of video games, so there are many more movie reviews coming soon.  We fell asleep on his couch watching Disturbia, and he took me home at 4, since his flight was leaving at 5.  G introduced me to Little Big Planet, and I helped him unlock a new level.  He had quit playing it because he was stuck.  We played Mario Kart and I beat him a few times.  He won once.  We played COD: Modern Warfare with a friend of his.  He is a lot better at that game than I am, but I'm alright at it.

Yesterday he said that he thinks he's falling in love with me.  Then he kissed me before I could say anything back.  I think I'm falling in love with him too.  Five days is going to be a very long time.

In other news, I got my food stamps today.  No more rice sandwiches or jam on tortillas for me.

Texts from the Jerk

I didn't realize I wrote that other post so late yesterday, so I guess that makes this a two post kind of day.

M seems to not understand the meaning of "Please stop texting me." He has been being a huge jerk, and I've just been ignoring his texts.  But it does make me mad, so I'm posting the texts on here to vent.

"So lets see. You are seeing someone. You just needed a free ride to church? Do I look like a fucking doormat. Now that you don't get what u want u tell me."

So the guy is either delusional or he has short term memory loss.  He clearly can't remember that he asked if he could go to church with me.

"To stop texting? Classic beeotch move. You would never have a chance at hooking up with me. I find your looks repulsive. And your fashion sense nonexistent."

Oh yes, I'm clearly a horrible person if I don't want a guy to keep sending me rude texts.  Someone's so full of himself.  I didn't even want to hook up with him.  I made it very clear that I was looking for friends and nothing more.  And then he insults me, to try to get me angry or something.  Like I even care what he thinks about my looks.  Just because I don't dress like someone who only cares about getting laid.  And I happen to like my Back to the Future shirt.

"Why do you think i never tried to hold your hand. Class=get some."

Funny, I just assumed it was because we were just friends.  And class does not equal get some. And I don't dress like a tramp. I'm a lot classier than most girls, so yeah.

Anyway, not going to reply at all, and hopefully the texts will just fizzle off.  And also, screw him.

What is Luv?

Lately, my blog posts have contained more than one main thing that I want to discuss and this one is no exception.  Prepare for me recounting this guy being a complete jerk, a movie review, and some questions I have.

So first off, I have learned a very valuable lesson that I'm sure will serve me well for the rest of my life.  Do not try to make friends on Craigslist.  The fact that you are posting in the "strictly platonic" section on Craigslist does not necessarily mean that guys who read your ad for JUST FRIENDS will even know what the word platonic means.  Or if they do know what it means, then dude, I seriously have a knack for making guys really like me after we meet in person.  I met four Craigslist guys, 4 guys that I confirmed with in advance that I only wanted friends.  4 guys who said they just wanted friends too.  4 guys who met me and 3 out of the 4 guys who liked me as more than a friend.  2 guys who I had to let down gently.  2 guys who agreed we could still be friends (which, if you remember, was all I wanted the entire time).  2 guys who I haven't heard from since they said that, yeah, we could still be friends.  1 guy who seemed to understand that I just wanted a friend.  1 guy who acted like all he wanted was a friend too.  1 guy who had no other friends besides me.  1 guy who I hung out with 4 times ever.  1 guy who texted me asking if I wanted to go on a road trip to Wyoming with him, JUST AS FRIENDS.  1 guy who recently asked me what church I go to and if he could come along, because he wants to get his life back together.  1 guy who I received an invitation to go on a road trip with him after we've only seen each other 4 times, supposedly just as friends, and that I thought WTF?! and didn't reply to just then because I was Skyping with G.  1 guy who I didn't end up replying to because I was trying to formulate some sort of reply other than WTF?! We've only ever seen each other four times ever. No, I won't go on a road trip with you!  The story I plan to tell begins here.  Yesterday was Wednesday.  I didn't realize this until 7:00 at night yesterday.  I have church on Wednesday at 9:30.  The guy, M, really enjoyed it when he went to church with me (or so he led me to believe).  I didn't want to have to wait at a sketchy bus stop after church on the street where the drug dealers and homeless people are.  (I have nothing against homeless people. Many of them are really great.  Just some of them have mental illnesses, and yeah, they frighten me.)  So I texted M to see if he wanted to go to church with me and apologized for the last minute-ness, and explained how I didn't realize it was Wednesday until literally the minute before I texted him.  He replies that I am a waste of time, and he's already in Wyoming.  (Only with slightly more colorful and rude language. I like to keep my blog as close to G-rated as possible.)  Me, being such a nice person, tries to be the bigger person, and apologize for not replying to his road trip invite text.  Then he cusses me out and says mean and hurtful things to me, which I could deal with.  But then he acts like I led him on!  I had very clearly established that I only wanted to be friends, so he had no right at all to accuse me of leading him on.  And then he says that I wasted his time dragging him to church or whatever, when he asked me if he could go and then acted like he enjoyed it.  By this point I am very very very mad.  So I texted him that I thought he was a nice person but apparently I was wrong.  He replies that he thought I was nice too.  And that he had liked me.  Like I even care how he felt about me.  He's obviously a jerk.  I am nice.  Then he says that maybe he is a jerk, but soon he'll be a rich jerk.  So the guy throws away the only friend he has in the world for money.  Awesome.  So then I texted him to please stop texting me, and surprisingly, he did stop texting me.  I'm just glad I didn't waste more time with him.  I was pretty upset by then, so I didn't go to church, although G offered to take me.  Instead, I went over to G's for a while and he shared his dinner with me and we watched a movie and cuddled and he said tons of nice things and cheered me up and made me no longer want to punch something.  Sidenote: Do not watch a movie called Blackout.  It sounds really interesting, but in reality, it is not.  You will spend the entire movie waiting for it to get interesting, and then it finally does for about two minutes, and then the ending is horrible too.

Movie review time.  (Blackout wasn't actually worth reviewing.)  The first movie I watched on my first visit to G's (well, the first visit where I went inside and wasn't just meeting his chickens), was called Suspect Zero.  It was such a good movie.  It's about a serial killer who targets serial killers, and then some people are psychic and it's all really crazy.  This movie was fantastic, so good that G and I hardly made out during it at all, because we were paying attention, unlike Blackout.  If you like movies that make you think, movies about serial killers, or just movies where crazy stuff happens that makes you say "Whoa", then you should definitely watch this movie.  I give it 8 stars out of 10.

Which brings me to my questions, and some stuff that I just need to share.  So if you couldn't tell by the fact that I included him in every single aspect of this post, I really like G.  More than I've ever liked any guy.  So the thing is that he likes this other girl too.  And it's not even in a he's a total jerk, how could he way.  He's known this girl for a long time.  And he has been completely honest about it.  Nothing has happened between them yet.  It's sort of tearing him apart that he likes both of us so much, and he knows that eventually he'll have to choose.  But he has been hanging out with me, and not with her, for nearly every single night since we've met.  I think this is the first night since we started dating that we haven't either gone out, stayed in together, or he's come over at like 1 in the morning, because he wants to kiss me.  And it wasn't because he was with her. He just didn't want me to get sick of him, like that would even happen.  I trust him.  He appears to be completely honest with me.  At least, he has shared some very personal things that aren't the sorts of things you tell just anyone.  He calls me angel, and I love it.  Sometimes he calls me his awkward angel, but he keeps saying that I'm not that awkward anymore.  We make each other laugh a lot, sometimes while we're kissing, and then it makes kissing rather difficult.  We chat via IM on Skype all day long while he's at work, when he'll have little breaks.  And he has started saying, "I luv you", on chat.   It started out as, "I really like you a lot", and has recently progressed into luv.  So my question is, what does luv mean? I feel like it's a step above like and a step below love, like maybe he's trying it out before he actually drops the "l" word, and I do not mean lesbians.  (Scott Pilgrim, anyone?)  And the thing is, I think I'm falling in love with him.  But I can't help but worry that he'll choose this Ivy chick over me.  She's probably closer to his age, for one thing.  I don't really feel like I can compete, and I don't want to be hurt.  I've let him know that no matter what happens, I will never hate him.  And if he chooses her, I do still want to be friends.