So what's new? Not much here, just sitting alone listening to The Ramones as usual. School is done for at least the next 8 weeks, which is awesome btw. This means much more poker playing, thank god, and hopefully by next week some very good news will be coming my way. (Well, hopefully anyway. I think positive people.) Oh, and Halloween 5 is on AMC right now. Now, honestly, why would they be showing Halloween 5 at 6pm on June 23rd? This in itself is the question of the day, and since I know just about every little factoid about the Halloween series, I figure it will bother me until I realize that someone weirdo fan is sitting at a control board right now and said, "I wanna watch Halloween 5." Hard to believe, but you know this dude is like 42 years old and lives in a basement.
I'm gonna be at my mom's Friday from like 930am til 2ish beating a garage to death, so if you have nothing else goin on, come visit me.
So back to the tales...maybe Ducktails actually.
So, the next day (after the Jessica/boyfriend night, read other posts, etc.) I gave her a call around 4pm. My ploy was to get her before her boyfriend got out of work, so when he called up, she wouldn't be home, and therefore, well, I win. Remember this is before every person on earth had a cell phone. Of course somehow she answered on the first ring, now I do believe in an odd form of telepathy, but sometimes when you want things to happen they just do. The first words out of her mouth were, "I need to talk to you." Awesome right? Well, sparing all the "I can't hang out with you anymore detail" running through my head, that was not what happened. Instead, she came to my mom's and began to explain that she broke up with her boyfriend the last evening! How cool is that? For me? Well, not directly. She went into explaining why and such and I did have a big part to do with it, but really it was seeing everyone that brought her back to who she "really" was.
We decide to just hang out for awhile and see what happens. The political approach right? No problem, I was happy, i had my crew and friends back, and everything was good. About 3 weeks into the approach she springs on me, "I know you like me and want a relationship..." (Well, no shit, duh, where have you been for 3 weeks?), "So here, I do too, but since you basically run at your own pace, which is always on FAST, I think we need to read this book together." Jessica pulls out "Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars" or whatever. SERIOUSLY people, this is no joke. I give her this look like WTF, but of course, with her mom laughing in the background, I agree and now i am into my first bit of marriage counseling, before even the dating starts.
How's that for progression?
Now, as this is transpiring over the next 6 weeks, a girl named Tara starts hanging out periodically around my work. Myself working at Autozone on Center Ave. noticed that some of the girls working next door at Ponderosa would continuously come into the store, wander, and then leave. Now I thought they were just blowing time on there breaks or whatever, but then realised that I knew one of them, Tara.
I need some help here now--- The first time Tara ever ever ever met me, she came to my mom's with the triplets (Burley's) that lived by B&C Pizza. I remember that because I was making my own "chicken tenders" and had no shirt on. (spraying grease with no shirt on, smart ole me) and she thought I looked "hot". BUT, this was like 6 months before I even have a legit memory of her, so her is where the help is needed. I have no idea what, where, when, or how we began dating. No friggin clue, and I know someone out there knows. I know it was near the beginning of summer, the year Weezer's Green album came out (whatever that was). I was still living at my mom's (until that fall), I was 20 years old. I really need to know because I really do not remember, so please get at me if you have a clue.
So, lets just put it this way...I (we) never finished the marriage help book. Way too many things started to pop up. Like another dude in her life, another bunch of things in mine and so forth, but I need a subject for tomorrow. So werd up.
Check out here tomorrow because as in POLISH FESTIVAL fashion, you will read the funniest polish festival story/night/day whatever you will ever read which involves St. Stan's, Midland St., Jenny almost getting her head knocked off, some chick taking me to taco Bell trying to sleep with me, and me sleeping nearly in the road all night long. Trust me, this is a story of all stories, and somehow I remember it all. Also, Taco Bell is the way into my pants everyone (big secret). Maybe that is what the "girlfriend" girls did, and the others didn't. I think I just gave out my secret.
Oh, and go listen to this:
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