Apology message to DonaldHey Donald, I meant to write this a long time ago, but I was caught up with Finals and everything, but I wanted to apologize for missing the IDEAL Banquet. I really wanted to go, but I was stressed about finishing a paper the wednesday of that week, and several other assignments, so Friday this girl named Stephanie asked me if I wanted to play racquetball around 3:00, so I said yes, and then I find out her roommate was going with us... so then we played racquetball for a really long time, and didnt get back to the dorms until a little after 6... so I didnt have my cell phone on me, it was on the floor of the racquetball court in my backpack with my towel, etc. while I was playing so I missed your call and then I was late and they wanted to go to dinner so I went with them and then afterwards we chilled in their room and I showed them my ex-girlfriends on her computer because we had a really great talk at dinner... then she showed me her yearbook where they both went to school together, and then someone was instant messaging her and she said, "Oh, that's just my boyfriend that I want to break up with," and went back to showing me her yearbook. I guess we got pretty close that night, got to know each other pretty well in just a few several hours, and I really got to like her, a lot, and it sort of broke my heart that she kind of ignored me and didn't respond to my messages or say goodbye the last two weeks because she had finals on Thursday and Saturday of Dead Week, and Monday of Finals week... so maybe she was busy studying or something, so I gave her her space and haven't really talked to her except "hi"s in the dining halls and hallway of our floor. So Donald... I probably should have gone to the banquet instead of going for the girl. Because women are fucking complicated. When everything is going great, they do a 180 degree turn on you and flip your entire stack of buttermilk pancakes upside-down. the banquet was a long term thing, and because I only had 3 weeks to do it, the girl was a short term thing, though once I found out she had a bf, it turned into a long term investment, especially now that she did break up with him, but she lives in San Francisco and I live in Long beach and I'm definitely not down for a long distance relationship... because I had a girlfriend who moved to Canada... so I know how much they suck... but if she hasn't talked to me it doesn't matter. I don't know how to pick things up where we left them off if she won't even talk to me. I try to say hi on AIM and she is just... silence... she still hasn't responded to my facebook messages. And once I sent her a text that she didn't respond to but I dont know if she has texting or not. So Donald, I'm sorry I skipped out on the banquet. Because of all the stress of the week, racquetball with a really nice and cute and funny and mysterious Chinese girl sounded really good. But I possibly should have stuck to my prior plans. I'm still interested in playing some ping pong and going to the next IDEAL meeting, whenever it is. So please let me know Donald. Sorry this message got so long but halfway through the 4th paragraph I realized this was turning into a xanga entry. How's your summer? Peace, Mike Hey there, if you're reading this... I dare you... I double-doggie dare you... prove me wrong amd give me a chance. Easy come, easy go? Oh, no no no. Not for a bro, only a ho. Say it ain't so? I say you can't go. You come to invest but you leave me a splinter, you heart's as cold as the San Francisco winter. Now I try to buy stock so your roommate's a cock block, buy that's just fine, I like her like a dandeline. But I never fall in love with such a flower, only a rose has got that power. And you're the thorniest of them all, perhaps the horniest at the ball! And that's just my style, I'm a horndog not a hotdog, you're the one who made me realize, what I was in a past life/just a son of a bitch! A dog barkin' at the stragers, a hussla clawin' for the crumbs without opposable thumbs. No one so recently has inspired so many raps, nor has anyone recieved so many imagined booty taps. (I just saw the movie Be Kind, Rewind yesterday, and there was one line in it about how if you talk to the person like 1 hour a day but then like 4 hours a day in your head, then you're in love with them) People are strange, when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted Streets are uneven, when you're down When you're strange- faces come out of the rain (rain, rain) When you're strange- no one remembers your name When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're str-ange |