The Power of Positive Thinking

Y'see, last night, in some deranged mood, I decided to think optimistically that I would hear from you-know-who tomorrow. I plan out a cute outfit, etc, go to class all calm in the reassurance that he would be on the Internet again and send me something/respond to something/whatever...something hopeful.

I come home after lunch and check. He's been on the newsgroup (albeit didn't say much other than he was up at 3 a.m.). Didn't respond to anything nice I said about him/his stuff, or e-mail. Which leads me to think that all that positive stuff is a load of BS.

I mean, how can you ignore stuff like this...

> OK, admittedly, I'm new to NG reading/posting, but it seems to me that
> if you want to find dates, you're better off responding to the on-line
> personals. 

Oh, I dunno...depends on who you pick up on, I think... some experiences
with that have come out much better than others... =)

> Oh Jennifer Darling, you're my one and only, I love you dearly...

Yeah, sure, for like this _minute_ (sniff)...
> 
> (Oopps...I almost forgot), you can put Jennifer on the list now too!
> 
You're just using me to up your record!
Now let's see, that makes it...
10!
Do you get some sort of award for that? 
Jennifer


> 
> a) howmany pretty NG users do you run across?

Too bad you missed that discussion already...it depends on your
definition of pretty, I think. 

> b) how many pretty NG users that are on the school board do you run
> across?

That one does seem pretty unlikely. School board trolls can be scary.
Jennifer

Teaches me to not get too attached again...but well, (I'm sure this is one of the oldest lines out of a girl) I thought he really liked me. Okay, maybe he does, but still, after a few days...waaaaaah.

If I ever go around calling him my "boyfriend" and things are still continuing in this kinda state, please shoot me.

In the continuing topic of people...Sarah is not going to join the Army after all.

Chelsea asked me...politely...what a shock...to clean the toilet and take out half their trash. I just caved and did it. I don't enjoy being on the shit list in my own place. HOWEVER, as I was trying to sleep last night (ha) I woke up at four a.m. The bimbos were out in the living room with a bunch of people talking as loudly as possible...which made it impossible to get to sleep. And they were talking about me too (no, I don't know what, nor do I want to know).

When things go good, they go really good, but when they go bad they're horrid.

Update: I checked newsgroup a few hours later and found some things:

> > > What the hell is a moniker?
> >
> > Some cute fake name, like, say, Console Cowboy or DP.
> 
> [Susan Rancid Mode On]
> 
> Ooh!  She's calling me cute!!  Jennifer, will you marry me?

Wow, that's my second proposal in a week! I am amazed.
But sorry, in my experience it's a good thing to have actually _met_ the person you get engaged 
to... =)
Jennifer

Dark PRiSM wrote:

: Of course, those were the old days and people from
: this group rarely see each other in person anymore, but still!
: 

Yes...Why dont we have gathering, some place with a pool table.

-Mike

Update: 8:30ish. He'd been on, yet again didn't really respond to this. Waaaah. Didn't call. Waaaah.

> So, um, is that to say there's an interesting story surrounding your
> other proposal that you're withholding from us?

Yes.
Sure, I _could_ explain, but frankly, I find it pretty amusing to hold
back information on occasion. 
> 
> (Bah, it's much more fun when you marry before you ever meet each
> other... I mean, for all I know, it's probably been done before -- two
> people meet in person for the first time AT their wedding -- and if not,
> I guarantee you it'll happen soon enough.) :D

Yeah, but aren't those arranged by parents or the Rev. Sun Myung Moon or
something like that? No thanks. If I ever wind up at the altar I'm sure
I'll probably get into enough trouble without also having to worry about
meeting and getting to know the future spouse and hoping he doesn't hate
my guts as well... ouch, too much pressure.
Jennifer

ennifer Diane Rutherford  said:
}1. I will try to figure out why I "really" need 12 e-mail addresses.

Hey, I only have five or six, and no, I don't need them.  But every time I
get an account I end up with another one.  They just accumulate.  But only
two ever get mail that matters.

}2. I will stop sending e-mail to my wife (husband).
}   A phone call every now and then would be appreciated

Not married anymore.  But what's a phone?  Why bother?  Oh... maybe that's
why she left...

}3. I resolve to work with neglected children -- my own.

No kids.  

}4. I will answer my snail mail with the same enthusiasm 
}   with which I answer my e-mail.

I can always find the pen, and usually blank paper isn't too hard, but I
can never find envelopes.  So to heck with it.  I'll just answer snail
mail by email. :)

}5.  I will stop sending e-mail, ICQ, Instant Messages 
}    and be on the phone at the same time with the same person.

Scratch out Instant Messages and put in IRC, and I'll have to admit guilt.
But why change?

}6. I resolve to back up my 12GB hard drive daily...well, once a
}   week...okay, monthly then...or maybe... at least once a year

What's a backup? :)

}7. I will spend less than one hour a day on the Internet.  
}   This, of course, will be hard to estimate since I'm not 
}   a clock watcher.

They can have my keyboard when they pry it from my nervous, twitching
fingers after a 60-hour session. :)

}8.  I will stop checking my e-mail at 3:00 in the morning... 
}    4:30 is much more practical sicne my friends overseas already 
}    had time to answer me by then

I dunno about this guy, but _I_ get email at 3 am all the time.  Of
course, it's usually UCE, but what the hey.

}9.  When I hear a funny joke I will not reply, "LOL... LOL!"

I almost never do.  I ROFL instead.

}10. I will read the manual...  just as soon as I can find it.

You mean the online help, of course.  I actually read those.  Sad but
true.

}11. I will think of a password other than "password."

I scoff at those who do that.  

}12. I resolve... I resolve to... I resolve to, uh... 
}    I resolve to, uh, get my, er... I resolve to, uh, 
}    get my, er, off-line work done, too!

Oh, all right, guilty as charged.

}I need to do five...

I resolve to do # 6,7, and 12.

-- 
Remington

 figure out why I "really" need 12 e-mail addresses.
> 
> Hey, I only have five or six, and no, I don't need them.  But every time I
> get an account I end up with another one.  They just accumulate.  But only
> two ever get mail that matters.

So far I've managed to limit it to three (not that I haven't had the
opportunity to add at least three more) that I have to keep, but usually
I can just get 'em all forwarded to one of the addresses or another. 
> 
> }2. I will stop sending e-mail to my wife (husband).
> }   A phone call every now and then would be appreciated
> 
> Not married anymore.  But what's a phone?  Why bother?  

Phones suck. Phone lines are cool, but actual phones suck. I've been
waiting around for a friggin call all night (therefore making it kinda
stupid that I'm on the Internet though...), that drives me up the wall.
I don't think the guy's going to get off his ass and DO it though.
Grrrr....

> }4. I will answer my snail mail with the same enthusiasm
> }   with which I answer my e-mail.
> 
> I can always find the pen, and usually blank paper isn't too hard, but I
> can never find envelopes.  So to heck with it.  I'll just answer snail
> mail by email. :)

Or stamps...well, e-mail is faster, and nobody can bitch about my
handwriting on it...those without e-mail though haven't been written to
all year. 

> }7. I will spend less than one hour a day on the Internet.
> }   This, of course, will be hard to estimate since I'm not
> }   a clock watcher.
> 
> They can have my keyboard when they pry it from my nervous, twitching
> fingers after a 60-hour session. :)

Good answer...I really don't wanna keep track anymore, the # would
probably be pretty bad...but you're worse, so I feel better =)
> 
> }8.  I will stop checking my e-mail at 3:00 in the morning...
> }    4:30 is much more practical sicne my friends overseas already
> }    had time to answer me by then
> 
> I dunno about this guy, but _I_ get email at 3 am all the time.  Of
> course, it's usually UCE, but what the hey.

Huh?

> }9.  When I hear a funny joke I will not reply, "LOL... LOL!"
> 
> I almost never do.  I ROFL instead.

I at least restrain my LOL's to IRC and message boards...but it takes
effort...
> 
> }10. I will read the manual...  just as soon as I can find it.
> 
> You mean the online help, of course.  I actually read those.  Sad but
> true.

Read 'em, comprehending 'em/finding what I wanted is another matter.
> 
> }11. I will think of a password other than "password."
> 
> I scoff at those who do that.

No kidding.
> 
> }12. I resolve... I resolve to... I resolve to, uh...
> }    I resolve to, uh, get my, er... I resolve to, uh,
> }    get my, er, off-line work done, too!
> 
> Oh, all right, guilty as charged.
Ditto.
However, I'm not making any resolutions...the addict has to want to
change, and well...
Jennifer

My mood went right up after that =) Aren't you thrilled?

So he came over and we fiddled with the computer...let him check e-mail a few times, he showed me his pics on the Web (which I've seen, but I didn't mention that), checked my e-mail when he said he'd sent me one. He figured out that the person I was griping about who didn't call was him ...embarrassing...he asked why I didn't call him, and I said "I had a very good reason, but I don't remember it now." And at that point he kinda agreed with me, said he hardly ever checked his messages and wouldn't have gotten it...also gave me his other phone line #, but I don't remember it, I think. Anyway, the e-mail said that (paraphrased) was that supposed to be a hint, and no, he hadn't read it before calling me. Also got one from Sarah, which asked if he'd called yet and said she'd kick his ass...I clicked off that real fast before he could see that, but he probably read it anyway...I think he reads even faster than I do. Oh well. Oh, and we made out some too, naturally. =)

I know this sounds rather weird to nitpick over...but when did he find out the contents of my fridge? He wanted a Hansen's (kind of soda)...and this was with the fridge closed..."You looked in my fridge?" Hmm, he didn't answer. Then again, I've noticed he doesn't answer certain uh, questions. Hmmm. Interesting, though, how he doesn't seem to like it when I don't choose to blab everything (about us, I mean) on ng...that I kept the proposal bit secret, I think? Even though he didn't exactly figure out that was his I was talking about. Odd.

We had some uh, interesting conversations...namely, he asked me to tell everything about myself...what a question...how to sum stuff up like that...so I did it, threw in random stories, detailed the bare details about exes (not much about The Moron- I don't want to), I surprisingly admitted that I hadn't had a second date with anyone in a year...which was something that I would have preferred to keep secret from Mr. Player. Incidentally, I told him about the e-mail Susan sent to me about him being a player who fell in love with a new chickie every week...he well, pretty much agreed with that...said he hadn't been called a player for a few weeks now...(was debating that with Matt awhile back...what a shock!).

So, after that I ask him his story... which I will not get into here (other than I now understand some of the player stuff he's got going on- he said he goes between that and serial monogamy. Odd), I'll just summarize that he must have an astonishingly low purity score. However, I find it interesting that he stopped dead with the storytelling at around '89. Hmmmmm...I wanted to say, "Hey, you made me tell all mine..." but refrained. I definitely get the feeling that there's stuff he really doesn't wanna tell me, thinks I'll be frightened off. Okay, so I don't know what terrible godawful stuff he did that he thinks will scare me, but by this point in my life, I'm not sure if anything would truly frighten me anymore. Well, diseases, but that's about it. (Oh lord, let it not be that.) I'd just like to know so he's not all having to hide stuff and asking if I find him "threatening" (no! Sheesh) or whatever. I've dated threatening, and he is not it.

Oh yeah, and I found out: he's got to go to L.A. again next weekend (I think), and again on Valentine's weekend (disappointing all the girlfriends. Sheesh), foiling his plans to throw a big ol' party that weekend. Also mentioned exactly when his birthday is (25th), and that Kalina and Oliver want to throw a party for it or something like that. Damn, I think this means I'd better get him a present...oh lord, present getting...ai yi yi...and just after I thought present buying was over too...I know, this is snotty...but it takes me forever to get people presents that they usually hate, so it's not fun for me.

On the L.A. trip bit...he asked me (maybe a joke? I dunno...) to go along with him...and well, I would like to go on a trip with him...if not that (and this is so mucho pathetic) that I'd get in trouble with Mommy. She calls unexpectedly and gets all flipped when I don't check messages immediately...I could NOT mention that I'm going somewhere, but you know that would be the weekend when some disaster would happen and she'd need to get in contact with me. Plus, she insists on calling every Sun. night. Oh sure, I could lie and say I was at Sarah's or somebody's place for the weekend, but then she'd want phone numbers...I told this to Remington and we were uh, pondering the situation...giving his number and claiming it's someone else's, only she's get his machine...he suggested changing the message to "Hi, this is Remington and I have your daughter." Can you imagine? It's sooo much fun to be juvenile...at least he doesn't make me feel bad about it.

Although it was funny when I got into the little bit I said on The Moron and was relating how I didn't want to date older because then they graduated and left you...he started cracking up, and I said it's so funny how I've done most stuff I thought I'd never do by now.

You'd be surprised that we kept uh, relatively cool, for hours...we watched Pump Up The Volume, then the last five minutes of Six Days, Seven Nights (on the housing channel), then Sixteen Candles (while making out...which made the movie more tolerable to have on really). Didn't do a lot of sleeping either...which, I think, will be continued in another entry...=)

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