Well, they do if they are just coincidences. But if they actually mean something, then they aren't merely giving me false hope, and they are good. The only problem is that I can't frigging tell which is which.
Up until I met Nick, I'd never met a gay Nick in my entire life. After I meet Nick, I meet no less than 4 other gay Nicks in the Omaha area. Going to Berlin, there is a hot boy named Nick, who smiles like Nick. Coming home from Copenhagen, I sit behind and talk to a really cute Russian boy, named Nicholai. The European porn mag I bought has 2 models named Nick. And today, just when I'm ready to give up on the boy, I flip through my sister's coupon book and the first page I land on is a coupon for some place called "Nick & Eric's". I've never heard of this place in my life. And the coupon didn't contain much inforrmation as to what the heck the place actually was. I just freaked out about the name and dropped the book. But, yeah, those are just a few of the many, many coincidences that will not allow me to get the thought of this boy out of my head. If there is a god, he is bludgeoning me with signs. So, god, how about bludgeoning me with signs as to HOW TO MAKE THIS WORK! That would be nice. Thank you.
Had an interesting day today. Didn't go as planned at all. First of all, I woke up around 1:00, wasting several hours of my day off. Then, my mom refused to take me to get my ears pierced, claiming she had to take Molly to her game, but she could take me later. I explained that Steve was here now to come with us (he wanted to get pierced too) and that it was her anniversary, and I thought she'd be busy this evening. To which she replied, "It is? Shit. I forgot. Guess I can't tonight then. Does your father know about this?" Silly mom.
So Steve and I went to Westroads. I am officially no longer a fan of Westroads. You see, they have several of these signs marked "Directory" all over the mall. But when you go look at these "directories" they are nothing but ads, showing neither a layout of the mall, let alone a "directory" of the stores of the mall. Fucking westroads. As a result of that bunch of bullshit, Steve and I wandered around for about 2 h ours looking for Piercing Pagoda. It would've taken us much less time if we didn't get distracted by stores such as Waldenbooks and Software Etc., but yeah, it was a pain in the butt. Eventually, we didn't find it and ended up getting pierced at some other place by a lady who was white, but English was obviosuly not her native language. I work with Mexicans that speak more fluently than her. Mexicans.
So, yeah. I'm have two more piercings. They look much cooler than I thought they would. I'm happy. Steve and I ended up making our way back to his house (after a detour to Oak View due to Steve's not-so-good sense of direction) and played Guilty Gear XX. Awesome game. I would've had a great time if Steve hadn't decided to be a dick and be pissy about the fact that I did a certain attack over and over again. Ok, so I'm trying to beat him, right? And I find an attack that beats him, right? So . . . why can't I use that attack to beat him? I mean, if anything, he needs to learn to defend against that attack if I can use it to beat him so bad. Plus, it makes me predictable, providing him with other opportunities to defeat me. But, no, he had to be pissy and degrade me b/c of it. Stupid Steve. And then he proceeded to be a jerk and rip into me about other stuff which really was out of context. So, he succeded in pissing me off really really bad to the point where I was ready to walk home when Jason showed up. That lightened the mood a bit, and soon Jason and I left to go to Golds Gym to begin working out.
So, yeah. Golds Gym is also on my shit list. Apperantly, they are open later on weekdays than they are on weekends. What kind of shit is that? So, yeah, they were closed by the time Jason and I got there. But bu god as my witness, I will work out and I will become hot and boys will like me, damnit!
So I came home, got online and talked to Steve. He apologized for being an ass. And I forgave him. Silly Steve.
So, yeah, that's where I am now. Yeah . . . there's no food in my house. Stupid house. It needs to have more food. And I have work in 6 hours. Damnit. I suppose I ought to go then. The things I put up with for money.
Eric 8/02/2003 01:57:00 AM
