Today I had a thought. I saw a couple driving through Golden Gate Park, and I thought of this, for some reason.

Guys I want to date before I get married:
Mechanic
Owns a convertible
rides a motorcycle
musician
philosopher
poet
bouncer
athelete
rich guy
poor guy
stable guy
unstable guy
popular guy

this list goes on, but for now, that's all that I can remember that I've thought about.

In other news,
Christina is going to Washington, and hopefully can meet friends while I'm there. (hint: Alethea! We must get together! Maybe you can come up to my cabin!)

Found this poem that I had written, sometime in the past five years, in a notebook I was using for class. I think I may have written it about a movie or something, because I really don't remember writing it, or what it was written about. Maybe it was a rough draft for an English class or something.

Morning

Lips brushing gently,
caressing my tangled hair.
I can feel your eyes
watching as I feign sleep.
In your arms,
time doesn't count.
It doesn't stop,
it just isn't;
letting us play for hours.
The sun rises over your shoulder
peeking its kiss
through the shutters.
It lights upon your face
until you roll closer to me.
In your sleep
the corners of your mouth turn up,
as you bury your smile in my hair.

OY!!! Blogger just erased my post! Sucks.

What I was going to say is, school sucks, and I hate it as always, but I'm learning French, and that's kind of cool.

je voudrais une biere allemande!

Its the important stuff I'm paying attention to.

You may remember a long time ago a post I made about love/relationships.

I read it over tonight, and decided that I still agree. Luckily. I'm still single, but that may change eventually. I'm still a ball of nerves with a red face whenever someone I like comes near. And its funny actually, that the guys I like are usually not the "hottest". Its more of a feeling I get. When my stomach turns flips. I start smiling and thinking of things like the song "Secret Smile" by Semisonic (I love that song, btw). I can barely talk to them. Stuttering, and forgeting what I had planned on saying. Lots of umms and hmms. Right.

I do have a boyfriend at the moment though. This very instant. His name is Guinness. Hello Guinness.

Here's how it went:
"So when am I going to get your number?" - him
"Uhh... its right here in the rolodex. You can find it anytime" - me
"I know I can find your number there, but I'm asking you for it. That's different."
"hmm... "
"I'm not scaring you am I?"
"Uh... no. Here's my cash drop. See ya."

At the end of the day, I gave it to him. I'm not sorry I did. :)

Have you ever been in a situation, where you and another person are obviously 'flirting', but you know nothing can come of it?
Or how about when you've been flirting with someone, who has been flirting back, and they're walking away behind you, and you turn to look at them, then they turn around and look back at you?

Caught red handed, or more like, red eyed, with a wink.

Very unsettling. Because all you have to do is combine the two situations. And now I can't help but giggle. Damnit!

And he did! Fireworks and all! I had a great time, especially sitting next to a couple of seven year olds that were having the time of their life. The parents actually asked me if I could watch them while they went to have a drink. I guess they really appreciated the fact that I love kids. They even thanked me after the game.

Note to self: stop liking kids so much, sooner or later you'll have one of your own, and hopefully that's more later than sooner.

My karma really gets the best of me.
Due to unforseen circumstances, pertaining to me leaving my cellphone at home when I went to the SFO post office, I turned around to get it, hoping that I could hang out with some friends farther down the peninsula tonight. So I got it, and continued the way that I was going. I saw a friend of mine from work, waiting for the bus and decided to stop, because the last time he gave me a whole lotta crap for not stopping. I asked him where he was going. He said "work, but just to pick up some groceries, then down to Burlingame to pick something else up." I said, "hey cool. No problem, I was headed down that way anyway, I'll give you a ride!" He then says,"what are you doing tonight?" I of course was going to spend another Friday night laying on my floor thinking of love or lack therof. So I said, "nothing, really, and you?" "I have an extra ticket to tonights' Giant's game, do you want to go?"

Umm... let me think... hold on a second...

Uh, YEAH!

Barry Bonds... 600. Oh yeah baby.

Sometimes I really hate copying someone, but I thought it was cool, and I don't have the same name as him. So, thanks Bobo.

Your name of Christina gives you the ability to be creative along practical lines of endeavour. Your ideas can be very original and inventive. You enjoy being with people in a social environment. Your personal appearance is important to you, for you desire to make a good impression on others. Your pleasant manner attracts people to you with their problems and you are capable of offering practical advice, though you would probably not follow such advice yourself. This name causes you to be somewhat too concerned with the personalities, problems, and activities of other people. You seem positive and decisive and can be outspoken in the expression of your opinions, but you lack the self-confidence needed to follow through with your ideas and plans. Procrastination is your downfall. You frequently choose the path of least resistance to avoid your responsibilities. It is not easy for you to overcome obstacles or face issues. This name does you an injustice in that it restricts your success in business and personal pursuits through a lack of ambition. There is a weakness in the fluid functions and in the region of the head resulting in sinus problems, headaches, eye, ear, or throat conditions and related ailments. Hair loss could also be a problem.

If you know me well, you can pick out the parts that aren't really me. The key in the entire passage though is, "Procrastination is your downfall". Yep, that's me in a nutshell...

oh yeah, try yours out here

It seems to me that I have missed something along the way. I'm not quite sure what it is. I have no idea where to look for it. I guess I'll find it eventually, but what if it was important? What will happen if I don't find it? What if I'm totally losing my mind?

Eye-to-Eye

Please forgive this interruption.
I am forging a career,
a delicate enterprise
of eyes. Yours included.
We will meet at the street corner,
you with your sack lunch,
me with my guitar.
We will be wearing our famous street faces,
anonymous as trees.
Suddenly you will see me,
you will blink, hesitant,
then realize I have not looked away.
For one brave second
we will stare
openly
from borderless skins.
This is my salary.
There are no days off.

-Naomi Shihab Nye

I just found out that I don't have to work tomorrow. So I could have stayed out later. But I found out that I do have to work on Wednesday, and I already made plans with three different people for the whole day. F*%& Me!

Oy! I almost forgot. Back in the day... I wrote a post about some dreams I'd been having lately. About a post-apocalyptic world. They increased in frequency and detail until a week or so ago, and they stopped. Haven't had one since they announced that an asteroid was on a direct collision course with Earth and would strike us on Feb. 1, 2019. Its funny how I also haven't seen any news reports about it since. Don't want to make our peaceful society paranoid, do they?

Now that I've gotten over my phase... I think I may have broken my foot last Thursday. I went to the doctor, and she gave me major pain pills for it. I proceeded to read the third book in the Earth's Children series, popular in the late 70's. My mom wouldn't let me read them when I was in high school, although I was already reading major smut romance novels. But I have never been more frustrated in my entire life, than I was while reading the third book "The Mammoth Hunters". Anyone else read these?

Could anyone enlighten me on the items that only a male buys, or needs at least once a month? Because its absolutely rediculous how much money I just spent because I was cursed with two X chromasomes.