In like 10 minutes...

I get to see Aeropostale!
I haven't seen him in 2 weeks. I probably won't see him in a long time because he got a job...so he doesn't know how often he'll be able to come home.

It makes me sad...I only get to see him for a couple hours while we're at the movies. I wish I could spend more time with him.

I've got to go get ready....

Emo

There was this kid. He said he was 8.
He was one of the most emo people I've met in Wisconsin.
He colored his balloon bat black and brown.
Then he bitched because we didn't have black star stickers.
So what did he do?
Looked out the window and gave evil death-stares to the bubbly little boy who sat across from him who kept saying "Look at my hat. I'm in the first grade."

Seriously.
Even Beaver agreed with me.
This kid was...
scary.

He wasn't commercial Emo. He didn't have the hair, clothes, and bad taste in music. He had the lackadaisical attitude of not giving a shit either way.

Haha

Hypothetical situation:

Let's say I had an 18 year old son.
Let's also say that I had a meeting and told him my meeting would run until 7:00.
My meeting ends early and I am pulling into the driveway to my home at about 6:20.
I find my son's girlfriend's car in my driveway.
I would burst through the door and start yelling, IMMEDIATELY.
Then I would see my son and his girlfriend cuddling on the couch watching Vh1.
I would laugh and then try to embarrass my son.

That is what I would do.

This is what went down:
Aeropostale and I were cuddling on his couch watching Vh1 and various other channels. We heard a vehicle pull into the driveway and Aeropostale said, "Oh, my dad's home early."

*FIVE MINUTES LATER*

His dad isn't inside yet. Rather, we can see his dad walking around the back side of the house.

*ROUGHLY FIVE MINUTES LATER*

His dad circles again for lap two. This time he stars at a bush for quite some time before continuing his lap around his gigantic house.

Then I get up to go home. Aeropostale walks me out to my car, and we stand there and talk for a couple seconds. He gives me a good-bye kiss, and then before I get in my car I look over his shoulder and see his dad coming around the corner. He turns around and walks back around the house.
I get in my car and back out of the driveway...I look up and see his dad come back around the corner and he says something to Aeropostale.

I'm confused. Most parents would get mad at something like that.
Not Dr. Trochinski. No. He just walks circles around his house.

Post #375

Parade.
It rained really hard before it started.
Pink Piggy and I were just laughing so hard at our drenched, white polo shirts. You could COMPLETELY see my bra. So I asked Pink Piggy if she could see the pink stripe on my bra...Chocolate said yes then walked away.

I could not stop laughing.

So Pink Piggy and I were plotting. We wish to get the group together at her house some time this summer. She and I are the only ones who drive, so we will have to go and pick up the guys. Well, I'll let her go pick up Ertz, and I'll probably pick up Random Freshman.
Then we started arguing over who had to pick up Chocolate. I think he was sad that neither one of us wanted to drive that far for him. I will though. We could not have a "group" party without Chocolate and his pants. Haha.

So the parade was...my last Fourth of July parade. Sad.
I was on the left...as usual. Marching is my thing...so I rock out the left side because that's SUPPOSED to be the person who controls the spacing for the row. Sadly, the only one who stayed in line with me was Random Freshman...who was on the right side. Oh well. Both of us were right...so I guess that's cool.
I got to yell at the freshman. Kr!st yelled at me when I was a freshman--and now I'm a better French horn player for it.
I shall discipline this new kid to make him good. Because he NEEDS to learn to open his eyes when he's marching. He wasn't even a full Mari-length away from the guy infront of him.

Yes, I said Mari-length. It is a legit measurement. I worked this out with Mr. Knihtila one year during the field show.

A Mari-length is equal to 4 marching steps. K marched 4 steps and then I layed on the ground to show him they were one and the same.

*sigh*

I haven't seen Aeropostale in almost 2 weeks. He MIGHT be coming home tomorrow and Friday.
However, my boss scheduled me to work 2 days this week--THURSDAY AND FRIDAY.
Seriously. Do you know how badly that sucks ass?

I don't even know if he's coming.
I know I'll get really sad if he does.
I want to see him so badly. But I'm afraid that if I do get to see him it will only be for like an hour.

I wish I could spend more time with him.
But it's too late to get somebody to work for me.

I miss him so much.

MySpace bulletin from my cousin

Posted from a California Punk:
CALIFORNIA:
- I can wear sandals all year long
- I go to the Beach - not "down to the shore"
-Our chicks are WAYYYY hotter than yours. Well...Miami can hang.
- I say "like" and "for sure" and "right on" and "dude" and "totally" and "peace out" and "chill" and "tight" and "bro" and I say them often
- I know what real cheese & avocados taste like
-Everyone smokes weed and its no big deal
-We'll roll up 40 deep when something goes down.
-I live next door to Mexicans, but we call them American's!
-All the porn you watch is made here, cause we're better and thats how it is
- I don't get snowdays off because theres only snow in Mammoth, Tahoe, Shasta, and Big Bear
- I know 65 mph really means 100
- When someone cuts me off, they get the horn and the finger and high speed chase cuz we dont fuck around on the road
- The drinking age is 21 but everyone starts at 14 (legally 18 if you live close enough to the border)
- My governor can kick your governors ass
- I can go out at midnight
-You judge people based on what area code they live in, and when asked where you're from, you give your area code
- I might get looked at funny by locals when I'm on vacation in their state, but when they find out I'm from California I turn into a Greek GOD
- We don't stop at stop signs... we do a "california roll"No cop no stop baby!
- I can get fresh and REAL Mexican food 24 hours a day
- All the TV shows you "other" states watch get filmed here
- We're the Golden State. Not the Cheese State. Not the Garden State.....GOLDEN!!!
- We have In-N-Out (Arizona and Vegas are lucky we share that with them)
- I have the most representation in the House of Representatives, which means MY opinion means more than yours, which means I'm better than you [geez.... hahaha]
- The best athletes come from here

*******IF YOU'RE FROM CALIFORNIA, REPOST THIS*************IF YOU'RE NOT, GO SIT IN A CORNER AND CRY******

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

WISCO BOY
Ahem... So.. Um.. yeah... I read this, and thought I would reply...
Hey... California listen up... you're not quite as hot as you say.
- I too can wear sandals all year long... plus If it gets reeeeally cold, I can put on boots to stomp your toes and I won't even stick out.
- You may be able to go to the "beach" instead of the "shore". whoopty doo. Wisconsin has more shoreline than your entire state. Actually, more shoreline than the east and west coasts together. What now cali boy?
- You're chicks aren't way hotter than ours... they are almost equal... and thats only due to silicone, saline, botox, lasers and hair dye... We have the real ones and they can beat yours up. More natural models come from WI than CA. dont believe me? ask Maxim.
- We're taught to say "Yes Sir" and "Yes Ma'am" and respect our elders because of it. We also say "Howdy" and "fixin" and "Yall" are pretty much recognized right away anywhere in the world :) We're famous. And not becuase of that fake ass "bro-ho" "so-cal" shit that yall think makes you "Famous", fuckers. I said howdy one time on the east coast, i got an ENTIRE cheerleading team wanting to take a picture of me in my jeans and boots. suck on that.
- And cheese? "Happy cows, make happy cheese, happy cows come from California." Bullshit. We pretty much INVENTED cheese.
- 40 deep? we have a word for that down in the north. "pussies"
- We call them Americans when they're American. Not because we have no clue how to do manual labor and need them to keep our ostentatious lives rolling smoothly. unlike.. *cough *cough,.. some people i know about.- Ok, you make all the porn. I'll give that to ya. California is better at takin it in the ass than Wisco is. congrats on that.
- Why would you brag about not getting snow days off?
- We're smart enought to know 65mph means 65, but our speed limit is 70.
- When someone cuts me off, they get run over by my big ass truck, then I give them the finger and tell them to go back to california.
- The drinking age is 21, but if you aren't chasin the beer by 10 yrs old... you're behind.
- Yeah, you elected a foreign descent, steroid abusing, party hopping, hollywood actor to office. just shut up and think about that.
- You can go out at midnight? Thats nice, I haven't even come home by then.
- Ok... you said,"You judge people based on what area code they live in, and when asked where you're from, you give your area code" and as hard as I try I have no idea what you're talking about... I think you're watching too much tv.
- Yeah, you'll definitely get looked at funny when you come to visit but we have another name for you pretty boys, and its not greek, its french.
- Of course you don't stop at stop signs... none of you can drive.
- You can pick up Real mexican food 24 hours a day huh... well I can swing by home depot and pick up 24 Real mexicans anytime of day. Can you say catering?
- All the tv shows get filmed there... and you pay 5000 dollars per day to rent a "real" ranch when you can freakin buy one in WI for that price... real smart.
- You can keep your golden state. too bad all the gold got mined out back in the 1800s and now you have so much smog, you cant even find you own spray-on-tanned asses.
- An In-N-What!? apparently. you Calis are real proud of your Fast Food Resturants.
whatever I could go on and on,.. bringing up so many pertinent facts,. but i dont think california is worth it.

IF YOU'RE FROM WI AND PROUD RE POST as "FUCK YOU WE'RE FROM WISCONSIN''

pretty much

All I do is work.
No joke.

Parade tomorrow.
That should be fun.
Then in to work.

So.
This is what went down.

I was with Aeropostale Thursday and his friend called.
He never called him back. Then he said he felt bad because it was going to be the last time he would see his buddies in a long time.

Wait, what?

So earlier last week I asked him when he was leaving to live with his brother. He said he didn't know...he would know Monday (this past).

Snap.
He left Friday for his cabin and from there went to his brother's house.

I knew he was leaving.
It was just like, "Oh crunch, bye."

So what have I done in the past week?
Worked.
Sat online.
Went to Peanuts' house.
I talked to Aeropostale like --this-- much in the past week.

Oh well, I'm glad that I can still talk to him. I would go nuts if that happened.

He's so sweet. Randomly saying "I wish I could be with you."

Awwww

+Transition+

So I would like to know what the hell is up with all these dumb advertisements all of a sudden. Who's letting guys write these women-intended commercials?

Example #1:
Playtex Sport Tampons.
Description of commercial: cheerleaders bending and stretching

Example #2:
Schick Quattro Woman's Razor.
Description of commercial: women running around in bras, panties, and skimpy tank-tops trying to steal their boyfriend's/husband's razors

Question: Do these advertising agent people really believe that putting scantily clad women in women-oriented commercials will actually get more females to buy their products?
I mean, I can understand if they had a hot guy in one of these commercials...but no...*insert cheerleader*

Wow.

Ok, that's better

So last night I posted my rant.
Then I talked to Aeropostale.
Convo went a little like this--

Me: Would you like to do something tomorrow? Like lunch or w/e
Him: Sure
Me: Where?
Him: I don't care. As long as I'm with you

I called him this morning. We talked on the phone forever. He's so weird sometimes. Occasionally he does the dumb "so what are you wearing?" thing.
So today I told him I could guess what he was wearing and what he was doing.
I was right. I'm pretty sure I freaked him out.

I drove to his house and then we got in his car and drove to Sandwiches. It was so much fun.

I told him how I felt about him being ashamed to be seen with me. He made a couple jokes and then gave me a big hug and told me he loves me.

He always makes it better.

Can I bitch for just a second?

I don't think Aeropstale actually wants to be seen with me or something.
Seriously.

On a daily basis he says that he misses me and that he wishes we could spend more time together.
However, the ONLY time we see eachother is when his parents aren't home.

Idk.
We talk online during the day. Then at night we'll talk until like 12:30...or like last night 1:00.
But when I see him all we do is makeout in his basement.

I would love it if we just went out to eat or something.

I don't even know what point I'm trying to make.

I'm in a bad mood right now, so maybe I'm just taking it out on him.

He might be leaving soon. He can't find a job here in town, so he'll probably be moving in with his sister in LaCrosse.
That's like 4 hours away. Then after that he's going to college.

So I have like no time to spend with him before then.
I just want to spend more time with him.

He's so sweet.
I love him so much.

I went over to his house on Monday (his mom's out of town and his dad was at work).
I pulled up in their driveway and walked up to the door...
I didn't even have time to knock before he opened the door and kissed me.
Then we stood in the kitchen huggin and talking.

I love it when we just lay on his couch and he has his arms around me. We'll just be sitting there and then he'll pull me really close and hold me so tightly.
Like...He just makes me feel special
When he plays with my hair I feel like I'm prettier than I've ever thought I was before.

I just wish I could see him more than I do. I mean, we see eachother like once a week...when he's gone I'm going to wish we'd spent so much more time together.

Haha. You hate me

So the last day of school Random Freshman and I decided we would try to set up Ertz and Pink Piggy. Pink Piggy REALLY likes Ertz, but she's too shy to do anything.
It's adorable.

So Random Freshman started saying how Ertz needs to ask her to play tennis with him this summer.
Ertz' response, "Well, I was thinking about it."

Background on Ertz:
He doesn't know the difference between a girl and a boy. Like legit...he expresses NO emotion towards females.
If you walk up to him and say "LOVE" he'll ask you what match you're talking about.
Plus he thinks he's the most cocky guy in the world. Well, he's funny cocky...

Anyway...

So RF and I were trying to get all up in that business...
Then Sunday we were at the parade...

It was great.
During the parade RF and I just kept saying things that made Pink Piggy want to hit us in the faces.
Good times.
Then on the bus ride home RF and I talked most of the way home so Pink Piggy and Ertz could talk. Great success.

RF wants me to consider changing his name. He hates freshmen and does not, in any way, wish to be associated with them.
But I can't just change it--IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT!!!

I got Random Freshman to admit he's emo.
He was like, "Yeah, do you know how sometimes I'm sad and mad at the world?" or whatever he said.
And I was like, "EMO!"
Made me laugh, because he is...with the exception of the awkward music and the clothes.
He is legit.

I really want to call Aeropostale and be like, "We're doing something." However, there is nothing to do in this craphole town.
He was talking about how he wishes we could spend more time together. I want that too.
He's so sweet.
He was supposed to be at his friend's house by 8:00 last night, but he said he wanted to talk to me longer. Okay, laugh if you want, but that's ADORABLE.

Today was great

I had to wake up early so I could be on time for the stupid ACT deal. Yeah. I'm pretty sure I got 98% of the language correct,
I dominated the math section,
I might've been raped by the reading,
and I probably got a 7 on the science.
The writing wasn't too bad. By that time I just wanted to get out of that damn room. There must've been something wrong with the computer in that room because it kept making awkward high-pitched noises.
I wanted to shoot it.
For some reason my nose started bleeding during the science section or whatever. I was just like "damnit!"

Cutie's new name is Aeropostale. Don't even ask; it's an inside joke.
Yeah, so I called Aeropostale when I got home.
We were on the phone for one hour and twenty-two minutes.
An hour and nineteen of those minutes he was trying to "cook cookies."

I couldn't stop laughing.
Well, in his defense he spent 10 minutes actually looking for the recipe book and another 10 minutes looking up the difference between tablespoon and teaspoon on Wikipedia.

The best part was when he was done mixing everything together and he tasted it and just said, "Yeah, I think I did something wrong."

After that I went over to his house and he made me eat one of the cookies. It was actually pretty good...it was huge. It was all soft in the middle...but I think that might've been because they weren't done all the way.
Oh well, I didn't die.
It was so cute.

He made me watch a scary movie with him. It was a good one, though. It was fun cuddling on the couch in his basement.

I had to be home by 6:00, so we had to leave at 5:30 so he could drive me to my dad's because I didn't have my car.
We left his basement at 5:30, but we didn't actually get up the stairs until 5:45.
It took us 15 minutes to get up a flight of stairs!
Haha. That was fun.
I love kissing him. It's my favorite thing in the world.