Ring-a-Ding

So there i was minding my own little business. I was walking home from having lunch by myself and just enjoying the windy day (it is hotter than the devil's shorts out here and our AC in the room is not working. Ugh!! Agony!) and listening to my discman. I was listening and singing along to JOJO. For some reason i like that CD and i was really into it.

Ok, i admit that i was thinking of him. D.C. I was thinking random thoughts, not like "Oh i miss him i wish i could talk to him i wonder what he's doing" type thoughts, but harmless non-emotional thoughts. It was wierd to be thinking of him but i was.

Then BANG! POW! POP! ZING! It happened. Ok, maybe not that dramatic, but my phone rang out of the blue and it was him. What are the odds? He hasn't called me in over a month and then all of a sudden RING RING. I had erased his number ages ago so as to deter me from calling him randomly as i am apt to do with certain people when i am feeling funny. But i knew it was his number (i suppose it doesn't help that at some poiint i memorized it. Ha!) and i answered and we talked, like homies. I dunno, i am going to not analyze this one for once. Just let it be.

It is so freaking hot it is ridiculous!! I am going mad. Oh and last night i opted to go to a house party with my cousins and their friend L over going to this African party with my roommate. I thought it was going to be a hot party and that i would have more fun than at the Nigerian party.

I miscalculated that one. So this so called house party was crap. It was like twenty people, all friends that knew each other and no cute guys. I think all the guys were with the girls that were there so in essence it was like a couples get together. The hostess was pregnant and pouring out shots for everyone else and as sweet as these people were, i was bored stupid until we left around 3 in the morning. It was bad. PLus i was allergic to the dog so i was walking around sneezing with my eyes puffed up to the size os saucers and bloodshot. I looked like i was completely blazed, it was so bad.

So, note to self, think twice before going out with the boys again. Last time i went out with them was Wednesday night, and we went to this Jamaican spot. It was cool music but hardly anyone was there and the ones who were there were serious ganga freaks who didn't look very clean. So you think i would have learned right? Well i certainly have now, no more.

It is so freaking hot, i am dying right now. But i gotta get ready for church now. Hopefully i will get a chance to go to Orlando next weekend with Andy, another cousin, but i KNOW i will have fun with him. He has a condo timeshare thing down there for the week and said all i needed to cover was my flight and he would cover all my other expenses. Funny enough J (sometimes known as the smelly kid) offered to pay for my flight to Orlando. I don't know why but he did. Hmmn. To exploit or not to exploit. A seemingly obvious but really complex question i am asking myself.

Work in progress.