of men.

Today Billy introduced himself to me. He was laughing at the guys who were honking at me. He said he was a fan. And that he would love to buy me lunch. I politely declined and kept strutting. He got in his car and followed me into a store. He bought my drink for me. (Thanks.) Turns out we are neighbors, spent most of our lives on the same block. Sorry Billy. Not interested.

Cue this weekend's boy. Clearly I must not be interested. You came all this way. for nothing. I wasn't playing you or anything - I just couldn't get past this wall. My body just wouldn't disobey my head/heart. I tried. Believe me I did...but every time I looked at you...[sigh] oh well.

Now last weekend. HOW MANY HINTS DOES A GIRL HAVE TO DROP FOR YOU TO REALIZE SHE IS INTERESTED!!! COME ON!!!!!!! damn. I'm confused. You asked me out for a meal a while back. I overlooked the message. So what if I hit you back months later? I am still interested. But not for long. This is a ticking clock.

I left my number on the receipt for a reason. LOL! Rejection tickles...and all this time I thought it hurt!

Now all I'm waiting on is Rajon Rondo to propose. Yes, blog world, you are invited to the wedding!

Friends

It's been a while since I got that "right one time" phone call. You know, the one that interrupts your sadness and makes you smile. And It doesn't have to be so dramatic - it could just be that you missed your bus and train and someone called and talks to you while you wait. But the key is that you can't make the phone call. And no, I'm not talking about a text message. It seems that nowadays we are all afraid of hearing each others voices. It's like somehow, a phone call has become too personal? (I'm sorry, but facebook, twitter, or aim can never replace spoken conversation)

But all this got me thinking about friends and their roles in my life. I think I can put most of my friends in different categories.

I have friends who seem to only be interested in my life when it's drama filled. And isn't that normal? I mean, drama is exciting, isn't it? It's human nature- I think. But the bigger question is: do I do this? I try to stay interested in the good things going on in my friends' lives and stay supportive.

I have friends who like my ADD and silliness (or who think it's entertaining). And that's it. It's a problem if I'm not smiling, or not bouncing off the walls, and chances are they won't stick around long enough to find out what's wrong (if there even is anything wrong).



umm okay I'm feeling sicker than I did when I started this post, so I'm gonna have to continue tomorrow. Please PLEASE don't be the flu...even though this fever is stating otherwise....

shoot.

Emotional Rollercoaster

can't get off this ride.

Flower Power!

Somebody likes Camille!



Check the evidence.



These came the day before Valentine's day...



These came the next Friday.



I thought my "secret admirer" (as he calls himself....cuz if it's a girl that's whole other blog post...) was going for gold with 3 in a row but that didn't happen.



For the record I'm not big on the secret admirer thing. I'd prefer the person just be upfront with me....but to each his own. I mean, I tend to beat around the bush, too. But I'm def working on that. I have some ideas about who I think it is.... trust. I am a smart cookie. But there is also the possibility it could be from someone else. or a couple other people. And that, secret admirer, is where you effed up. I decided in my mind the flowers were from one person, what if it's the wrong person and they gonna steal your credit? Nah, I'm playing... At this point, it's whatever to me.



The flowers are sweet, don't get me wrong. I just don't know what you're trying to say. It would help to know who you are? and what you know about me...



some key things to know would be if i'm even interested. Cause flowers just can't change that. Do I have a boyfriend? Well...it don't matter. Cause I don't know who you are....and since it's about to be a month since I got the first ones....I might not care soon. Blame this "i want it now" generation.



Do I sound mean? I really liked the flowers and the thought was great. But a nice gesture is just that....a nice gesture. Doesn't tell me anything about your character. OR who you are. lol... I'm blowing this out of porportion.



Thank you, whoever you are, for the flowers.



I love tulips.

Guitar Hero Addicts!!!!!!!!!!

Our very own addicts....






Ain't got nothing on this kid.......