So I have been called many things including friend, whore, genius, idiot, tease (according to Man-pretty--let's not get into the story)........however, I have never been called obsessive compulsive--until yesterday.
Socceroholic and I volunteer at the library together and apparently every time he put something down I would straighten it, or when we deflated some things I flattened out his crumpled ones. I guess I have a tendancy to make things look perfect (not my room). He found it to be funny...and now Man-pretty thinks it's funny that I deny being obsessive compulsive!
On a completely different note...
I'm starting to think that whenever my life gets too boring I purposely do stupid things to make it sadly hilarious. Seriously, some of the things that've happened to me in the past year and a half hurt, but now that I think about it, I'm not so sure they occured by accident.
Case in point: The first time I ever gathered the courage to ask a guy out
I had been working the concessions stand at a football game when Grandpa Stick (the guy I once liked), came and stood about 10 feet infront of the window for half an hour. I, not knowing what to do, went out and talked to him. We had a fun conversation that ended in me getting him to come up to the window so Pink Piggy and I could talk to him as we worked. After Pink Piggy left, Grandpa Stick and I were talking next to the bleechers. Well, I mustered the courage to say, "You should go out with me." He just stared, so I repeated myself--he laughed. I, once again not knowing what to do, took a step back to walk away. However, I ended up tripping over a picnic table and falling in the mud....then he and I were talking about this situation recently--HE DOESN'T REMEMBER ANY OF IT!
It seriously sounds like something from a movie, which is sad.
So now, I am waiting for myself to do my next stupid stunt that will add ever-so-much comedy to my blog.
Oh, gosh! How could I possibly forget! Okay, so I was reading THE BEE yesterday when I came across a "help wanted" ad. Some lady, Carol, is looking for workers for the fair! I called and I am going to be working either the gate or parking cars at this year's fair for $5.25 an hour!!! Man-pretty said that if that excites me I need to get a life.
Lately, it has been difficult for me to come up with names for people I write about. I have been questioning whether I should drop the nickname system and just use everyone's real name. I mean, it's kinda funny that a few of you guys actually have adopted the names I have given you and signed my yearbook with the false identity (Dora). Others know nothing of the names in which I use. One, (Man-pretty) know nothing of the names, but once referred to himself as "Man-pretty," which really freaked me out.
So, as I think of new names for the new people entering my life, please let me know what everyone thinks about the abolishment of the name system...