True love waits in haunted attics

I’m feeling much better now. Yesterday I came down with a tolerable yet very irritating cold. The sides of my nose actually turned slightly red and tender from rubbing tissue over it..ugh.

But nonetheless I was in a very good mood yesterday because I had a tarot reading done and it looks like a bright future ahead of me. This is what I remember about it:

* I’ve got my options laid down before me, and even though I’m very sure about what I want to do in my life I don’t really feel like deciding right now. (True, true! Still don’t want to decide between here or New York.)
* There’s no confusion because I know what I’m good at and I know exactly what to do.
* I know that whatever path I choose will have its own set of trials and problems, but because of my attitude I will handle all my problems well.
* The tarot reader asked if I was artistically inclined and I was like, “Sorta..I’m a writer.” And then she said that it may or may not happen but in college I will meet five people who like the same things that I do and that we will help each other achieve our ambitions. (I seriously hope this comes true…I need new friends.)
* It may or may not happen, but with time I will develop a relationship with one or two of those five friends. It won’t seem likely at first and the reader said I’ll probably only remember this prediction when it actually happens. (I wonder…)
* I asked about my love life too, but I don’t wanna talk about it cos it’s kind of…vague. And I’m worried that if I write about it here, no guy will ever go out with me. So I won’t.

Then again, things could always happen differently. But not too differently, I hope.

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I miss hanging out with Stephen and Chris. We saw each other on Valentine’s day and it was like old times again. Stephen actually got something for me, and I felt a tad guilty because it’s supposed to be his birthday celebration and I forgot to get him something. He told me not to worry about it though, but still. That’s the first time I ever got something from a guy on Valentine’s Day. I don’t have feelings for him though, but I was quite touched by the gesture.

I am not going to eat at Bubba Gump ever again!!! Jesse Bradford (not the real Jesse Bradford, just a waiter who’s a spitting image of him) showed us to our table and Chris actually knows him…well not really like friends. The last time Chris ate there, Jesse Bradford was his waiter and he got carded when he tried to order a drink. Obviously he couldn’t get any drinks because he isn’t eighteen yet and Jesse Bradford wouldn’t accept his brand new non-professional driver’s license. So anyway, we had a different waiter (shucks) and Chris and Stephen were able to order drinks thanks to Stephen’s ID. In some pathetic attempt to be “cool” I was able to order one too, some vodka thing, and was pleased to see that the waiter didn’t ask for my ID. But then I took one sip of it and I was like, “Eww, you can have it.” It actually tasted sweet because it was mixed with some juice, but the vodka made the whole think taste like medicine and my head hurt so I gave it to the guys. And Chris and Stephen were like, “Hey, this is good!” and finished it all. I seriously can’t stand the taste of alcohol, so I guess I’m one very “uncool” teenager because I don’t drink, take drugs, or defy society in any way.

So anyway, the reason why I am not going back to Bubba Gump ever again is because Jesse Bradford virtually ignored me. Okay, maybe I looked really plain and ordinary the last time I went there, and on Friday I was wearing a halter top and (gasp) makeup. I suppose I must look very different when I’m dressed up and when I’m not dressed up. But still! After our dinner I felt like going to the bathroom, but the moment I stood up Jesse Bradford handed our bill. And I guess that one sip of vodka must’ve been too much because I sat back down and said a little too loudly, “Nevermind..I’ll go later.” Stephen and Chris cracked up because it was very obvious that I had a crush on Jesse Bradford. But he still didn’t talk to me. How dare he?! After I let go of my pride filling up that survey thing rather flirtatiously, he didn’t even look at me. It was as if he was even avoiding my gaze or something. What the hell is up with guys avoiding me these days? I don’t think I’m that physically unattractive. Grr.

We ate so much that night. After dinner we walked all the way to Greenbelt 1 to get some crepes for dessert, and then we bought the biggest size of Muscle Beach popcorn before watching Shanghai Noon. After the movie we still had some time to kill, but not enough time to make it to Wasabi. So we just hung out at Ice and had some nacho chips that we didn’t really eat. Stephen and Chris ordered drinks, and although I was really thirsty I thought it would be very uncool if I asked for something non-alcoholic. Specially since I looked eighteen that night (to the girl who showed us the table, anyway). So I asked for a glass of water instead.

Unfortunately I didn’t meet anyone new last night, but I guess that would’ve been impossible since I was with guys. I never meet anyone new when I’m with guys. It was all good though. Even if we all had to be home early (Stephen had class the next day and Chris’ dad was pissed at him), I’m still glad I didn’t have to spend Valentine’s Day brooding about love lost and what-could-have-beens.

Monday tomorrow! Ugh. I suddenly feel a sudden queasiness about having to wake up early again.