Burning Review Books 5/11/2001
Yes, I'm back for a little while. I needed to get away from my review books, because I'm afraid my urge to burn them will get too strong...Just kidding. I'm pretty sick of English, European History, and Biology though.
Anyway, I have to write what happened when I was coming home from my Binghamton/Syracuse trip. The trip from Binghamton to Port Authority was pretty uneventful, and I didn't get lost too much in Port Authority, nor did I get mugged or raped. (For me, this a major thing...the reason why I never applied to NYU is because there was no way in hell I was going to survive in the city.) Anyway, so I'm sitting by the gate waiting for my busto Long Island to arrive, but there was a two hour interval.
So, I'm sitting on the floor, looking slightly bedraggled, when this hot guy comes over to my gate and sits down directly across from me. So I was thinking, "Okay cool, I have eye candy for the ride home." But he was an incredibly gorgeous piece of eye candy...Ever see a guy (or girl) that is so good-looking, you catch your breath for a second? That was him. He had this short dark hair, muscular, kind of tall, just overall beautiful). So, picture dorky little me, holding a highlighter in my mouth while I underlined stuff in pen in my review book. (Sexy right?) Then, he tries to start a conversation with me and all I can say is "yes." (He was asking me stuff like what was my stop, was I coming home from college, etc). Ugh, it sucks when this happens. It's totally juvenile, but I freeze up when a guy, especially when he's that good looking, tries to talk to me.
Then, we're sitting on the bus, and he's in back of me and one seat over, when we make a stop. He asks the bus driver for the time and the bus driver, who was actually very funny and cool, says, "You don't got no watch? How can you have no watch?" Then he looks at me, sees my watch, and says, "If I was this young lady I wouldn't date you if you didn't have no watch." and just continues on and on, making fun of Hottie. I dunno, as I'm writing this down it sounds very juvenile, but it was really funny at the time. Once the bus driver started in with that dating comment I think my face went purple. Hottie, I will refer to him as Hottie for the rest of the entry because I never got his name, comes back on the bus and sees dorky me writing in my biology review book. He asked me if I was studying biology in college (when he asked me before at the bus station if I was coming home from college, and I said yes...I have no idea why I said that. I guess I figured he wouldn't talk to me if I was just in high school.) so then I had to explain to him that I wasn't really in college, I had gone to to visit my future school and my sister. So then, we got into this whole conversation about where I go to high school and we found out that he graduated from a neighboring high school. He's friends with all of the beautiful popular people in my grade (of course). He went to Suffolk Community College for a semester and took last semester off and wants to transfer to Hofstra. I went to Suffolk for night classes for art the same day he went to Suffolk, except he was there during the day and I went at night. My mom went to Hofstra for her graduate degree and my sister is going there after she graduates. My dad has a store five minutes away from Hofstra ( we pass it every time we go to his store). Weird, right?
So the conversation continued for a few more minutes and then just dropped off. We got to our bus stop, yes, we also had the same stop, and it was totally deserted. Hottie went across the street to the pay phone to call his friends and I followed him to call my parents. Ugh, he has the most gorgeous smile!! Anyway, so he's on the phone with his friend when he asks me if I knew the girl he was talking to. I knew the girl from my school unfortunately, so I just kind of nodded. The girl is a notorious bitch and slacker, so we never really got along. Then he asks me for my name, and I gave it to him. I have no idea why. I'm standing with a cute stranger, in the dark, who now knows my full name and what school I go to. (Told you I'd never survive in the city). I saw my parents' car pull into the bus station's parking lot across the street and kind of just ran off. So, that was my story....guess you had to be there, when it was happening, it was pretty amusing.
Funny thing is, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. Two years ago, I was on a bus to Binghamton with a gorgeous guy named Guiseppe/Joe Aquavida. He too knew peeople from my school, but they were my friends. He kind of hit on me the entire time, and I think I talked to him less than I talked to Hottie. Why is it that beautiful boys never hit on me when I need them? Like, when I went away to carnegie Mellon, not a single guy said anything to me. My friends got hit on like crazy, and I talked more in CMU than I've ever done. Actually, a few of my friends' boyfriends called me ugly or frumpy behind my back. Now, I'll almost agree with ugly, but frumpy? No way in hell, I dress and act very well, even if I'm a bit quiet. Why couldn't I meet Joe/ Hottie in Syracuse?? Or CMU? Fate is weird. OK, so I've written a long rambling entry about virtually nothing...Go me :o). Everyone needs a good ramble once in awhile I guess...
Phobia of the Day: Hyelophobia or Hyalophobia- Fear of glass
Until next time
Artist
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