Chin-face-date

when planning a first official date I suppose most normal people would consider such things as a walk in the park, or a candlelit dinner...haha...but my dear friends, I am not normal, so sorry to bust your bubble but my norm invites absolute craziness into the mix, as you will find out...:grins:

--on the fated day of Friday, April 21st, a young man by the name of Jay Donor appeared at my house, dressed in a hoodie and jeans, expecting to pick me up for our first date...upon his arrival, however, he opened the door to find my sister accompanied by a big grin, holding out my cell phone, some cheese and apples to aid him on his quest, and a note for him to read...on my cell phone was a video I had constructed a day earlier with instructions along the lines of, "your job is to find me to prove yourself worthy to me as a boyfriend" followed by a variety of hints as to where I was...the video pictured me, or rather, my chin, from an upside-down view with a nose, eyes, freckles, and mustache drawn on to my o so lovely chin-face...I had no reason to start out the date normally as you can see..
--while Jay was receiving these instructions, I happened to be crouching down behind a dirt pile at the property of a house that my dad is renovating ("Jake's house" as we refer to it)...you see I was waiting for Jay to appear in search of me...I had a few gripping moments when a car that I thought was Jay's passed, and also when a truck pulled up alongside my car..but both were false alarms and my heartbeat managed to slow down a bit....then he came...the poor unsuspecting boy..little did he know what he was undertaking...I watched him pass by the house and decided it was time...creeping slowly round the dirt pile I snuck up to the side of the house and peeked round, hoping that he was far enough ahead..satisfied that he was nearing the selected place I crept up to the porch and grabbed a Super Soaker from under a tarp that I had hidden there earlier..I also grabbed my boombox that I had placed on a table too....
--what I needed to mention earlier is that the clues would have led Jay to a bull-dozer sitting in the field...I had dressed up a dummy in my clothes and placed it just so it would resemble me as if I was just chillin on the seat...according to Jay, he completely fell for it, and snuck up to it all stealth-like..(didn't actually realize it wasn't me until he had climbed onto the dozer)..haha.. a compliment to my artistry...haha I wish I had seen that part...but unfortunately I was still clambering up dirt hills at this point...
--[in 8th grade Jay dedicated this song by fastball to a girl over the radio and the lines went like "she's so high, so high above me she's so lovely"....] with this humourous weapon I climbed to the top of the dirt pile and proceeded to blast the song, while holding my super soaker up in the air and shouting "Yeahhhhhhhhh!" it felt like a cheesy movie, skinny little me playing this song, shouting at this stud across the field....Jay climbed on top of the dozer and just stared at me...due to the fact that I still felt cheesy I decided it was time to act...I charged/stumbled (my legs were shaking from the adrenaline) down the hill and Jay took off...an assortment of sounds flew out of my mouth along the lines of "You punk, wuss! wanna fight? get back here! wuss!" clearly I was ready for battle...with that Jay began charging towards me...my expression changed to one of immense worry and I began yelling "No! Jay! nooo!" and trying desperately to shoot as much water into his face as possible...
--the super soaker was surrended and water began pouring down my neck...but plan B was about to spring into action..I ran to the dozer and grabbed the bag of water balloons (that I had placed there earlier) from underneath it and began pelting Jay...and missing.....and running...and pelting...and missing....finally managed to escape Jay's grip and pop a nicely targeted balloon on Jay's butt and head...both were equally satisfactory...I mean, in the popping part of course...altho Jay does have a studish head, his butt is lacking in proportions..but we can't fault the boy too much...he makes up for it in other ways :grins:
--after the water fight died off I received a banned kiss...banned because I still hadn't been asked out..so I pushed him away and demanded the question...I received a grin and a bit of silence...wondered if he was rethinking and then he asked...and voila, what was my answer? yes? not at first in fact I told him I'd been rethinking and we should prolly wait another 2 months...haha of course I was kidding and with a yes I got an unbanned kiss and the 1st part of the date was over....
--the 2nd half of the date entailed exploring an old trailer/truck/a burned down house/burned down barn...been there before so I knew the sights...after our adventures we ended up watching "Walk the Line" at my house...grand movie> I recommend it....
--so for those of you who may have 1st dates, or anniversaries coming up, and you want to blow your man away...let me know if ya need some crazy-heart-pounding-water-fighting-kiss-catching-adventure! haha groovy....THE END (of this adventure--more to come I'm sure)

voicemail

was supposed to be doing exam stuff...composed a voicemail instead...goes a lil something like this:

you can leave me a message
on my answering machine
leave whatever you want
just keep it clean
I may not call you back right away
but I promise I will listen
to whatever you say

we can talk about music, or road trips, or mischevious pranks,
we can cover the basics, the random, or your uncle Frank,
but please don't leave me something that will make me snore,
or I may fall asleep and not return your call

if by now you're convinced I am crazy,
I won't let you down,
I'll just shutup so you can start blabbing,
so you can start blabbing....

the end :bows:

boys+stolen bread+banned oysters+guitar+poetry=good times

this isn't a particularly funny post, but it brings a grin to my face, so it works for this blog.....one of my fav memories from B.C occured during my spring break when I was up along the Sunshine Coast at a Young Life camp called Malibu...went by myself...didn't know a soul cept for one guy I met one day when I hitched a ride with him back around christmastime...anyways that's off topic...one week 140 college kids from oregon came to work at the camp...worked in pits with some fellas and made friends with a boy named Adam...one night he invited me to meet his friends and enjoy oysters (a tradition of theirs)...so I walk into their lounge expecting a large group of people, and found instead four boys slung over couches and in chairs in a dark room lit up only by the flickering fire...felt a bit intimidated until I found a guitar case on the floor and eagerly exclaimed, "Ooh you guys play guitar!" and immediately the flame was struck in our friendship through the exchanging of songs and backgrounds...Will was the pronounced cook of the group and was cheerfully handing around oysters for us all...I was hesitant at first (it looked like a slug) but with a bit of bread (jacked earlier from the camp kitchen) I found it was manageable to swallow...(tasted like I expect a slug would)...Christian was the main poet of the group, spilling out words in a trail that beckoned you to walk alongside and dig deeper...man looking back I realize what a treasure I stumbled upon that night..Jeff played guitar like John Mayer--amazing voice that boy...and Christian would join in on his jaw harp, Adam on drums, and of course I didn't resist the chance to play a few melodies..for the next two nights we had our "dead poets society"-ish group meet and just spend time..it was delightful...course after the first night we resisted the oysters cuz we found out 1) they were banned by the national indian seashelt company and 2)jeff was puking all night after.....man I treasure adventures...God will take you to the most unexpected places, tis true...amazing....:grins:

"O the shame"

in essence I suppose we are all prone to blonde moments..but I don't think we expect them to reoccur with the same circumstances and everything...hmm..two specific stories for ya:

1) Sometimes I have to call my cell phone to check my voicemail because it wastes mins on the cell itself if I use that to call...so one day I was sitting on my bed and I dialed my cell from my home..my cell phone rang and the caller id displayed: home..."who's calling me from home?" I thought to myself while picking up the phone....(at this point I had one phone on each ear) "Hello", I said, wondering why my voice seemed to echo.............................sigh.....it was at this point that I realized my stupidity..................o, ps. I've done that 3 times.

2) One day I was in a parking lot (no Hannah, this doesn't involve the asian incident) and I wanted to pull forward because I'm not so good at backing (as some of you may have figured from the asian incident) so since there was noone in front of me, I pulled forward quite eagerly...CLUNK BUMP...and with that-- half my ghetto ford taurus was up on the divider in between my space and the space in front of me.....I bumped back down quite sheepishly and backed out and left.................................sigh..................prepare yourself........ok a year or so later, I pulled into the same parking lot.... laughed at myself for that dumb day when I ended up on the divider, and went in the store to shop......a bit later I came out of the store, got in the car....looked in front of me and thought, "o there's noone, I can just go forward" and with a CLUNK BUMP I was back to the same position........oh dear.......

oh well dumb moments make for good laughs...hope you enjoyed it..and don't pity me, I've come to accept that I will most always fall prey to a good dumb blonde moment...:grins:
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