The Battle Plan~

Alright, so I decided that I'm gonna set a goal for myself cause I have absolutely nothing better to do this summer because I'm jobless. I am going to attempt to get 100 hits/posts before the end of the summer, whichever one comes first. That's how bored I am this summer. You promise you'll help right? ;]

Moving on to more interesting topics, I had to cancel a date with Michael today cause my parents came home early. Here's the deal: my parents forbid me to date and or have anything to do with guys in general, until I'm 24 (yea I know. EVERY parents' dream: the puberty and hormones don't kick in until after they kick you out of the house). We all know that's not gonna happen right? (and if you didn't...you do now).

Remember what they say about love at first sight? They say it doesn't exist, but I think it does, not that I ever experienced it before. Anyway more on love and whatnot. I'm gonna tell you guys the story about how I met Michael (of course I'll edit out all the inappropriate details for you...or not).

It was sometime after school in November if I remember correctly. I was walking to my locker when I see this boy in a dark gray hoodie sitting, his legs slightly apart, his elbows resting on his knees, in the corner where the wall and the lockers met. He had his down seemingly focused on whatever it was between his legs, his hands moving around between his legs.

Naturally I was scared, so I slowly walked to my locker trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible, but as far as he was concerned I don't think he even noticed the frightened little girl quietly backing away from him. After retrieving my stuff from my locker, I carefully looked over my shoulder to the boy to see if he was there. He was.

Upset about his very presence bugged me. How could he just sit there touching his...his...lovestick. Clearly that wasn't normal, even for a boy. Not that they're normal to begin with. So I march to him with renewed determination and said "You there! What the hell do you think you're doing?".

He looked up at me. Confusion swept through his eyes. "Excuse me?" he asked. His whole face twisted into a question mark. And that's when I realized that his hands were busy, but only because he was shuffling through his MP3 player.

Smart move Cathy.

And they lived happily ever after. (cool reflection, huh?)

Your Daily 5:
1. I'm blunt. I'm never afraid to speak my mind; regardless of who it might hurt.
2. I got hit by a car when I was 7 and walked away with a scraped knee.
3. I've only been out of the country once, but I'd love to go backpacking around Europe one day though.
4. I've always wondered: If penguins lay eggs, why do they have sex?
5. I tripped twice while walking up the stairs today. They should really find safer methods of transportation from floor to floor for people like me. It's pretty hazardous actually.

Remember: The face looking back in the mirror? They're a lot more capable than you think they are. :]