So, I’ve been talking to Chef Boy a lot these days. Turns out he had a secret girlfriend this month. Also, the bitch was just using him as rebound material while she and her boyfriend were going through a rough patch. Chef Boy was being all weird and secretive and asking me weird questions… I thought for sure he was going to tell me he had feelings for me or something.
Anyhoozle. I guess he might be living in a dorm right very close to mine next year. The dorm “mother” person wants to keep an eye on him, rather than let him stay in the same room as he had last year (that is, the one right above me, ironically enough). But having him live so close could definitely lead to issues. How am I going to go out with the girls without him knowing? Arg.
As it would turn out, I am only attractive to the creeper boy who comes into my work and asks my boss if I’m “seeing anyone”. Wow. I guess he mentioned asking me out to a movie. I’ve decided to tell him I am seeing someone, rather than saying, “Um, ew? Gross. No.” (Why is he gross, you may ask? He looks like he’s permanently wearing a nose/glasses/mustache costume, he has a tattoo of a car brand, he lives full-time with his mother, has a really gross laugh… and sat in his truck last summer waiting for me to get off work. Even though I told him we shouldn’t go on a second date. Yeah. Creeper. I believe I said that already.
On a completely different note, I weighed myself recently for the first time in over a year. And I wish I hadn’t. How could I possibly weigh that much?! I’m not overly unhappy with what I see in the mirror. Maybe when people see me, they see something completely different than what I see. I just don’t understand!
Also, I accidentally dyed my hair black. It’s supposed to be dark brown. I don’t have a huge problem with it. I just know that people probably think I’m trying to hard to be emo or something. I’m not. If anything, I’m an indie kid. A hipster. An indie kid/hipster who owns way too many black tank tops and tattoos.
