what is it with me attracting older (like WAY older) guys? this middle aged guy just emailed me asking me out to coffee...

...*sigh*...

Hooray for Lindsey and her fixing powers!

I'd post something interesting, but there's nothing to say...

I moved into my new apartment? That's sorta interesting.
And I went to Disneyland on Friday! Aaaaaand... I'm going to Santa Barbara next weekend.
Alright, that's definitely it.

I'm good at making myself cry.

I already told this story to people I know, but it's such a funny/creepy story that I have to record it. Alright, so I got hit on by an old man... like using a walker and wearing a straw hat old. Here's what happened:

Set-up: I went to Buffalo Exchange in Hillcrest to get new sunglasses and that place and Claire's at UTC are the only places that didn't carry only HUGE bug eye sunglasses (What's up with this trend, by the way? I have a small head! This doesn't work for me!) I was walking back to my car and waiting to cross the street. this old man walks up and I thought he was going to pass by, so I make way for him to be polite. Instead, he stops and begins to talk to me.

Him: You hungry?

At this point, I thought he thought I was homeless or something, and I didn't want him to give me money or food or something like that, so...

Me: Not really.
Him: You wanna go eat somewhere with me?
Me (getting weirded out at this point): Uh, no thanks, I actually have to be somewhere right now.
Him: I think you're really lovely. Those dimples just do it for me.
Me: (Awkwardly laughs and says nothing)
Him: So how old are you?
Me: Um... 19... (I was seriously considering lying and saying 16 so he'd think I was too young legally and leave me alone)
Him: Perfect!

The little white man flashed on the crosswalk light letting me cross, and I crossed the street.

Anyways, I've decided that I attract only REALLY weird guys and REALLY weird old men. Really now, what's up with this world?

But then again, if I eat peaches, maybe everything'll be peachy. And spiked watermelon? Then i'll be drunk. I don't have to resign myself to cynicism! Hell yes. But I still like oranges.

I think I should start eating oranges again.

My high school cynicism gradually vanished in my first year of college when I realized that I had friends and boys could like me, so I stopped eating oranges, the fruit of my former cynicism. I instead became a hardcore apple eater for a couple years, until just recently when i've relied more on grapes. Somewhere between the time I stopped eating apples and today, I realized that my high school cynicism has returned. I listened to "Wish I May" in honor of the occasion, and ate my first orange just now. Sweet, frangrant, and orange, but neverthelss bitter.

orange you glad?

i want to know what you think about death. what's your concept of it? do you even think about it ever? i'm serious, comment on this please.