"When you're away, I'm restless, lonely(The title doesn't really have anything to do with anything, the song was just stuck in my head. I finally got the soundtrack to Armageddon! And for the record, the quote doesn't have much to do with anything either.)
Wretched, bored, dejected; only
here's the rub, my darling dear,
I feel the same when you are here." -Samuel Hoffenstein
Just one bit of info to pass on: I finally called FDG yesterday (after I kept saying to everyone I talked to that I should call him. I'm so bad about calling people. Which reminds me- Anna, if you're reading this, I'll try to call you on Sunday, okay?) to tell him about Hawaii (not being too sure when he's going to be home, I thought my being out of town then would rule out a date). He called back tonight when I wasn't here (out shopping, yeah, big surprise, I know), so I called him back.
I'm starting to manifest the symptoms again: Nervousness about calling, being all jumpy, running around the house and giggling after phone conversations . . . it all translates into here we go again!
Anyway: he apologised (excuse spelling of that word, a certain key of the keyboard isn't working) for not calling earlier, was busy- wow, an apology, that's already an improvement from the last jerkoff! Sad, how you can get used to a lack of common courtesy. Okay, anyway (I do not want to get to the point today. I'm trying to while it's still fresh in the head.): he had Labor Day weekend off, so . . . there will be a get-together then, also said he'd call about midweek (he had a lot of people coming over when I called). He said he really wanted to talk to me (awww. If I only blushed.), also mentioned I could call whenever I wanted to spout off on the parents and get comforted (not actual word, but general intention- maybe something more along the lines of "make me feel better?" I'm all vague)- I hardly went off on them at all tonight, but I guess that level of frustration can be picked up by anyone who's talked to me for more than five minutes! Kinda sad how when everyone first meets them they think they're great (well, Mom, anyway), then they meet me and in five minutes . . . "Man, they are twisted."
He goes, "You know I'm moving into the frat house, right?" I go, "Yeah, you told me last time." Asked what frat it was, he said what sounded like AEPi- I said I had no idea what that was, I don't know any of the Greek letters other than Delta (because of Elena). He said he'd explain it to me later, and here's the interesting thing- right after that he starts saying how he really isn't into the whole frat thing, he didn't know what they were when he got here, wasn't going to pledge- hmm. I wonder why he did if he's not that into it? Oh well, guess I'll find that out. Other than that, general conversation about projects, parents, etc.
Rereading this stuff, I sound so boy-crasy (keyboard again!). Yep, I suspect this journal is going to turn into "Jen's Dating Diary." Or is it that already? Maybe I should have named this "Jen's Obsessive Over Guys Page."
Tomorrow is my baby cousin Justin's first birthday party. Which means (groan) Auntie Dolores the Mean-Mouthed Smotherer, pissing everyone off and ripping on Laurie. I'd be excited about the party if not for knowing that I'll have to listen to her crap and watch her piss off everybody. Let's hope she doesn't ask about my love life. I do hate it when I'm forced to dish to her. For years I wouldn't talk about any guys at all around her, and I suspect that she thought I was a lesbian. Until Dad let out that I was dating The Moron, and all hell broke loose.
Here's the latest Auntie Dolores story that I heard: Last time she was over at Tammy's, Tammy had just gotten Justin to sleep after hours of trying. Guess what, the second she gets into the house she starts running to Justin's bedroom, despite Tammy's yelling "DON'T GO IN THERE!" Uncle Bruce had to grab her to get her to stop. God, Dolores is like my grandmother (another smotherer), it's scary to watch her in action. And did I mention that Laurie (and Amanda) are not supposed to be coming tomorrow? Laurie is apparently fed up with Dolores talking about her and thinks that her not being there will stop it. Too bad I can't tell her that only makes it worse.
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