Okay, okay, I will do the entry that I said I would do, albeit much shorter now, 'cause I'm in a mopey mood.
"I just realized that I've now put myself in that lovely position of "waiting for the guy to call." Dammit! I hate waiting for that kinda thing! There's something that'll drive ya nuts. At least someone else can answer the phone every time when I'm here, so I don't always play false alarm. But in reality, both situations suck, even when there's not a long-distance phone bill to worry about: Calling is nervewracking, and so's waiting for people to call. What's perverse is that when I'm waiting for a call, I always have this urge to leave the house or go on the Internet or something- a perverse need to not be sitting and waiting for a ring, even though that defeats the purpose, know what I mean?" -MeI have been putting off doing this entry all day and night...I had an IRC meeting that went on for HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS all night...I kept hoping I'd hear from Remington, that he'd e-mail me...I checked it like every five and he never did...I finally get off around 9:30 and he was on voice mail- "I'm here. Where are you?"- but when I called him back he'd left. WAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! I wanted to see him tonight! Waaaaah!!!!! Now I'm screwed. =( Won't get to see him before he goes off to L.A. (again). Waaaaaaaah.this is my new theory in life: predict the dead worst and then hope the opposite of it happens, since that's how things work with me!"-Me again
I do not like what I'm like when I haven't seen/talked to him...all I ever do is think "Why haven't I heard from him?" Silly, I know, he likes me and all that...but little insecurities just keep biting me in the ass! I sent him an e-mail saying that I'll be up until 2 or so. I'd like to think I'll get to have him over after all, but at this point of the night I'm doubtful. Waaaah.
Okay, okay, I will do the entry that I said I would do, albeit much shorter now, 'cause I'm in a mopey mood.
Demma, after witnessing the spectacular results of my bet, has decided to attempt to get the same perverse results as I did.
I call it "The Power of Opposite Thinking", a combination of negative thinking and Murphy's Law. The law is: Whatever you think realistically will happen to you, the opposite of it will actually occur. It's worked wonders for me, it can work for you too!
The winner of the bet gets to choose the prize, but it must be under
$20.
Therefore: I, Demma, have bet Jen that I will not have a boyfriend by January 19,
2000.
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