I’ve got a really busy week again (it’s the week before Finals yayay), but this, I think, is worth mentioning.

For the first time in my life, I’ve just asked someone out. And not someone from another state like Bob does (read previous post), but someone from my grade, in my school, in my classes, and most surprisingly, female.

My mom pretty much told me to do it, actually. There’s this girl in my choir class, and she along with the rest of this group came over to practice one of our songs and have some pizza. Mom wears these really crappy prescription glasses, so she thought she saw sparks flying between her and me, and the next day ORDERED that I call her and ask her out to dinner. The argument literally went like this for at least a full minute:

Mom: Yes.
Me: No.
Mom: Yes.
Me: No.
Mom: Yes.
Me: No.

Then she took away my computer and Tonight Show with Jay Leno priveleges until I called, so I bargained, calling it awkward to call out of the blue, did some “subliminal flirting” the next day, and called her up. (Unfortunately, that night that I bargained, I didn’t need the computer and the Tonight Show was a rerun.)

So I called up, called my mom stupid once or twice for making me do this (wrong move, it made me sound like I was completely reluctant), and asked her out to Applebee’s. (It would have been the uber-expensive Frantoio restaurant, but I was at my middle-class mom’s house, not my upper-class dad’s.) She sounded a bit surprised. It was either because

  • we were barely even friends,
  • she isn’t very popular and maybe wasn’t asked or didn’t ever ask before
  • she was babysitting at the time, or
  • I just completely screwed up my offer.

    I don’t think it was the last one, though. I was surprisingly calm about the whole thing. This girl is someone who I can talk to without stuttering or saying something stupid like “I like swords.” So that’s a good sign. I just hope that on Friday at Applebee’s, my mom and sister don’t sit too close by. =P

  • Hehehehe. I just found out why Bob makes all these “girlfriends” on the web, and why he had the NERVE to call Faye “Koibito” or Mary “MY HOT SEXY MAMA.” It’s Livejournal!

    Livejournal, while not being nominated for a Webby like Blogger (but almost winning one), seems much more… feminine than Blogger. I mean, Bob’s not feminine, no sirree, but heck, there’s “HOW I EM FELING: CHIPPER!!” and “WHUT I LISTEN TO: ’99 REB DALLONS BY NENA'” in, like, every post. It’s much less professional than Blogger, instead. Almost needless to say, there’s no way of implementing your weblog straight into your website, and it’s got to have your happy little profile, and happy little buddy icon. It’s not that it’s really that bad for those who don’t mind all that… but the reason it kicks the ass of Blogger is… community!

    I was just checking out Bob’s Livejournal. He mentioned that he picked up like 5 skanky LJ ho’s in the past week. They’re swarming around in his cyberpants as we speak. Me? Uhh… I only know people online that I also know IRL, and they want to get in my REAL pants.

    …Hold on a sec. What the hell am I complaining about? Hahaha, Bob, you dream of ugly geek girls states away from you, while I don’t have to because they’re right there in front of me! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!


    I apologize for the previous rant. I was up until 6 AM last night making a fancomic for Bob, since I felt like it. 3 hours of sleep is NOT a good thing.

    Happy New Year. And I mean it. I mean, aren’t you happy that 2001 is over?
    At least I shoved it off with a bang. I’m writing from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, at (cheesily enough) the Paradise Village Resort, with my dad, stepmom, sister, and some friends of our family. I guess I’ll just explain how the first few days here went:

    December 27: Spent all day in airport as parents sifted through luggage for lost documentation. Finally caught plane. Arrived late at night. Got to hotel, and went to bed.

    December 28: Missed breakfast and was pissed off. Lounged around in a giant pool. Lounged around in the Pacific Ocean. Repeat. Ate a hamburger for lunch with this really good mango smoothie. Played “tequilla volleyball,” where one plays volleyball in the water while randomly recieving a shot of tequilla from an activities director. Took a slide or two at the giant pool. Noticed that there is a cavernous underground passageway underneath a stage in the middle of the giant stage. Yelled under it, and was attacked by deadly acoustics. Met 5 Mexican girls who followed me around. Tried to make conversation. Failed. Don’t know Spanish. Girls invited me to a disco after dinner. Took a bus to the city Puerto Vallarta, where I noticed that all Mexicans are completely insane on the road. Walked through the city. Walked some more. Took a taxi. Arrived at “The Red Cabbage,” a great Mexican food place, its walls plastered with posters of “cabbages,” or bad movies. (I actually liked Gladiator, but they thought otherwise…) Tried one of their margaritas, which were 2/3 pure alcohol. Exited. Walked. Parents bought various alcoholic beverages. I had to carry them about 10 blocks. Took a taxi back to the hotel. Missed the goddamn disco. Tried walking to other local discos and got bored. Returned to room and noticed the rather stimulating programming they show late at night on Showtime.

    December 29: Went to this advertising scam where they try to sell us a timeshare at the resort, but got free breakfast and left the presentation early. Noticed a giant trampoline on a raft a few hundred feet out to sea. Swam to it, dodging hungry pelicans. Arrived. Jumped. Flipped. Almost broke neck. Jumped off trampoline. Got seawater up nose. Met a kid from the San Francisco Bay Area named Ben. Discussed DDR and Final Fantasy. Trampoline was hit by giant wave. Trampoline support twisted and broke, puncturing a hole in the raft. Trampoline eventually folded into a taco, and water flooded the middle. Hella fun. Nearly went down with the ship when I was ordered by my folks to swim back to shore. Argh. Met back up with Spanish girls, where I got cozy with one girl, Lisette, in that underground stage place in the pool which is hard to explain. Complained to Ben that kids swimming through the passage kept interrupting our cozy time. Went to Paradise Plaza, a local mall, for pizza and FANTA~! Met girls later who invited me back to their place h3h3h3h3. Impressed them by getting a 204-perfect and 204-step max combo on Butterfly on a really old version of DDR that they had. Returned back to room after cheesy goodnight kiss with Lisette. Frantically searched for previously mentioned stimulating programming on Showtime to no avail.

    December 30: Went JETSKIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and got to drive at 60 MPH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in the OCEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then met Ben. Hung out with Ben and then met Spanish girls, with whom I tried making conversation again. Ben helped, knowing some Spanish. Played another round of tequilla volleyball, and had lunch again, where I tried ordering an alcoholic beverage (Angel Kiss), and succeeded. Legal drinking age in Mexico: looking like you’re old. Went over to Ben’s to discover two DDR pads and about 5 DDR CDs. Failed miserably while watching him dance to Paranoia Rebirth on Maniac. Beat him with one hit at Golden Sun later heha. Ate at hotel restaurant where they had a Chinese Buffet and people stared at me for dining alone. Took Lisette, one of her friends, and Ben to the disco which had this stupid 50’s sock hop. Tried to dance with Lisette who didn’t want to. Noticed that not all girls who don’t speak my language are perfect. Played Bingo and got pissed off for paying $50 on a Bingo card and losing (hehe 50 pesos which is 5 dollars). Left disco. Walked around aimlessly outside hotel, kissed Lisette goodnight, and went back to room. (No stimulating Showtime shows, just Pokemon in Spanish U_U)

    December 31: Decided I’d better start working on my 25-PAGE ESSAY so I had a quick breakfast, trying to avoid Lisette so awkward multi-lingual silence would not ensue and got to work in hotel room. Didn’t get much work done as I fell asleep for a few hours. Signed up for internet use which was booked up until today. Went to Paradise Plaza for “Italian” dinner with family. Head chef who moonlights as a diva annoyed us. Laughed at people who payed $99 USD for New Years Celebration on the beach as we sat outside it and watched. Saw fireworks all along the coast. Flipped 2001 off and went to sleep.

    January 1: Spent another day trying to work on my essay, ending up getting really far on Golden Sun. Worked some more. Went swimming for a while, trying to dodge Lisette again. (Yes, I’m mean, but it’s for her and my own good.) Went to Paradise Plaza with family again, to the “Brasil” steakhouse, where we had “all you can eat meat.” They kept piling on different types of really good meat. Went through about 20 courses. Hella good. Seriously. Went to sleep.

    So, as you can see, the vacation was really amazingly good until I tried getting some work done. It was much better than I expected it to be, since all I knew about my Winter Vacation plans was that I was “going to Mexico.” I’ll be back home in a day or two, where I’ll have to hussle like hell to get my essay done, and my comic back up to speed. Bye for now.