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[Oct. 26th, 2005|12:02 am] |
Ok, so here's an update for the past few days. I finally got out of the apartment to visit Camelback, and let me tell you, this mountain promptly kicked my ass and served it to me on a silver platter. Pinnacle Mountain back home is only half as long as Camelback, so I wasn't expecting it to be as tough as it was. I made it to the top, however, and got plenty of photos of Phoenix and the surrounding area, so I'm happy. A little sore, but content nonetheless. Oh, and Roo, thanks for the warning about getting lost on there. I didn't completely understand how anyone could get lost on a hiking trail until it started going impromptu at about the 7/8 mile marker. heh
I met a girl. Well, I didn't meet her yet. I found her profile over at draconic and noticed she lived nearby, so I emailed her and we've been chatting over yahoo IM for the past few days. The poor girl caught the flu only a week after starting a new job. She's been so down on herself lately too. I want to ask if she'd like to meet for coffee, but that wouldn't be too considerate of me right now. So I'll wait until she's feeling better.
Jonathan, a friend from school and the same one with all the money, annoyed me to no ends today. He's a good guy and all, don't get me wrong, but he is 19, naive, and quickly becoming the perfect example of the term 'meaningless existence.' I have no words to discribe what went on, so enjoy this little script of what happened:
Me: (Running him around for an errand, because his car's still in the shop, and I'm too nice of a person I guess.) Ok bro, where'd you need to go? Jonathan: I need you to pick up something for me. Me: (confused) Um, ok. What do I need to pick up? Jon: Some...things. Me: (really confused) What things, dude? Jon: You know...some wet suits. I'm meeting Christina tonight. Me: *sighs* You want me to buy you condoms? Why the hell can't you get them yourself? Jon: (embarassed look) I can't get them! Me: Why not? Jon: Because man...I can't. Please man! Please. Please. Please. (four blocks later) Please. Please. Please.
I finally pull the car over, look at him, and tell him 'Dude, look and listen to yourself. You're acting like a kid. If you're not mature enough to buy your own condoms, then you shouldn't be having sex! Grow the fuck up.' So he's pissed at me for treating him like a kid, and I lost even more respect for him.
Hmmm...guess that's enough for now. Time for sleep! |
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Hey, in a former life I had time to go hiking. Glad I could be helpful. And cool that you've already found someone who might be interesting to meet in person. Kinda quick, too, considering that you're fairly new to our world Some people go years before meeting people.
Now as for Mr. Moneybags... Well, I'm the first person to proclaim to the world that you should wait for sex (and if the oprotunity presented itself, probably the fastest to become a hypocrite), but if you ain't gonna wait you should be able walk into any store and buy them. I don't know why people freak out about stuff like that. So what if you're buying condoms? If anyone sees you buying them this is what they think, "Oh, condoms." It's just like a guy buying tampons for his girlfriend/wife/whatever.
Actually, I wonder how he expects to have sex if he can't even say the word condom. I can imagine alot of fuss, sweat, and freaking out followed by clothes being removed, ten seconds of disappointment and twenty minutes of weeping softly into his pillow. *cough didIjustsaythat? cough* | |