I forgot

Saturday, February 4, 2006

I'm posting at work again, so God help me...

Anyway, I forgot that there were some cute stories that went with every person that I posted a picture of yesturday. So I'm writting about it now.

1. Nicole. She is the girl on the bed. I can recall when we were freshman and had at least three of four classes together. This was the norm in the magnent program we were in (21st century learning center and teaching arts achademy magnent program) We were in History class, first block, Mr. Kehelor's class (I spelled that mans name wrong but who cares, it's pronounced Kaler) We were working in a group together and we had our desks facing each others. She was babbling on about something that I really didn't understand and when I came back into the conversation she was saying that she couldn't tell if she looked more like an Italian or Greek (I think) and at the time, I didn't know what the stereo type was and so I said...uhhhh you look more like you're mixed. And her eyes got really wide and she says "What do you mean I look mixed?!?!" and I told her that I simply thought she looked like a mixture of both Greek and Italian, or whatever groups she was talking about. She apparently thought that I thought she was white and black, hence "mixed". It took me a while to figure out why she was so shocked.

2. Erica. I have a few memories of Erica. I always tried to watch what she was doing because I always thought she was really cool and popular. In Elementary school, she was popular. At least as popular as you could get at such a young age. She sat next to me in Art class once in 5th grade and we were carving plastic tiles so that we could make stamp art. I accidently cut myself so I had to go to the office to get a bandaid. I came back for the last bit of class and after I had sat down, Erica looked at me and said, "I'll be back, I have to use the bathroom," and then rather spastically she finished with "bandaid girl!" and walked away. I thought it was hilarious at the time!

Most everything she did was spastic. Like when we had science class together in sophomore year. We were doing group projects (again) and she was in the front of the class where as I was in the back. She stands up suddenly and yells to the entire class "I just want everyone to know that I love men! That's right! Men. I love them!" and sat down. It just made me wonder what the conversation her group was having that made her stand up like that.

3. Chris. I met Chris when I was working a Nielson Media Research calling people with surveys. I thought he was an alright guy and I needed someone to talk to, so we struck up a conversation. I don't remember how it got started but we ended up talking about Anime and this was at my height of anime-obession, so we hit it off imediately. He was the first person that I had ever met who wasn't weird but still liked anime. I ended up hanging out with him after work a couple of times. In fact, the first time we hung out, I ended up sitting on the phone for about an hour talking/arguing with my boyfriend at the time. He ended up getting a call from a girl friend of his who was having problems, so we were equally rude to each other and it evened out in the end. He was a really cool guy. They always say that you can judge a guy by his friends and his friends are very diverse. You can't tell by looking at any of them what type of person he is. His personality is just as diverse as they are.

4. Mike. He was like a little flash of lightning on the dance floor at the Wednesday Night Swing Dance Club. I always loved dancing with him. I actually met him through my friend Aozora. When she was leaving to go back to Japan, he ended up tagging along and I spent the entire night talking to him about random things. He brought up questions about himself that I wish I could have gotten answers too, but we ran out of time before I could bring them back up. He's an artsy guy, coming from Gibbs High School, but he's not as weird as my sister and her friends were, who also went to Gibbs. (this isn't so much of a story as it is....just is)

5. Kevin....a story about Kevin?...hmmm He likes taking Karymi's artwork and putting it through the shredder. He takes such joy in it, he can sometimes giggle like a little girl, it makes him so happy. He watched the Notbook, volunatarily, but I can't be sure if he liked it. It didn't make him cry. He's too manly for that. ....Hmmm I'm having a very hard time coming up with a story. Oh! I know! Kevin, why don't you write a story about me? I know you're reading this! Post a comment with a story about something stupid I did at work. That'll not only be a funny story, but it'll be easy to think of. I can tell by the look in your eyes that I'm always doing something you find stupid.

So those are my stories. I hope you found them interesting. I have this sneaky suspicion that my blog is going from pointless to boring. Just wait until I get to Japan. Then things'll get interesting!!