Summer Chronicles: I lied . . .

Okay, so I have gotten into this very strange habit (oh arcade fire how i love you) where I automatically and inexplicably think of some wild story to explain my behavior, if there were ever in any light some kind of doubt as to the legitimacy of my actions . . . anyway I also have this slightly bad habit of checking myself out in the mirror. Come on, we all do it . . . right? Anyway, so at the end of the night, it had been just me and J____ (les mis style, details are arbitrary anyway) and there is this conveniently placed mirror where I thought J_____ couldn't see because he was kindly cleaning out my bucket and I just thought I'd take a wee glance-eroo in the mirror - but - he saw. Dagnabbit. "You gotta hot date tonight?" Ummmm . . . no . . . uh . . . sometimes I get stuff in my hair and ummm . . . yeah. After my babbling I thought to myself, man, I should have said that I did indeed have a hottie date to snap him right off my tail. Full of regret I lingered and tried to mend my lame response.

He didn't hear a word of my babbling. "Sorry, what did you say? The water was running and I didn't hear what you said."

Sweet mystery of life I've been granted another chance. I snatched it and swung it for a loop. Oh, well, a friend of mine is getting in really late and we're going to have an early breakfast, and I just didn't want to walk in looking a mess you know?

I am smooth.

So then he asked if this friend was a boy. Happens to be in fact. Then the inevitable: Do you like him? And then you shall never guess what I did. Never ever!!! - - - I blushed. I made up this guy who doesn't exist (though I later gave him a name) and when asked if I liked said made up man, I blushed. So silly, and so pleased. What better way to seal the deal than to blush and make it all that much more legitimate.

Okay, so then I responded with the old Oh we've been good friends for a while. Totally not answering the question, and this was duly noticed by both J____ and B___. Yup, ducked out of that one. Yup indeed. So then they left me alone.

Please oh please ask me about it tomorrow!!!

Here's the rest of the story in case they ask: His name is Matt Halpert (taken from the ride wall on the first floor. He's driving to California in August) and he is interning at Disney animation studios in California. He's been asked to take a week off and decided to come to Utah to visit me . . . and some family he has in town (but let's be honest here, who wouldn't want to drive eleven hours just to see me hmmm?) When asked where we met: Well, oh-this-is-so-dumb, at a YSA dance, but we don't tell people that. No, we're not dating, it's complicated. I'm going to France and he's going to grad school in Germany for two years (taken from AVan who is in fact going to Germany for grad school.)

I gotta have a back story n'est-ce pas?

Okay, I need to live it up at this job that has made me so very confused as of late: i like it/i hate it/gah i hate it/not too bad/oh i love it. Yes, now, due to my own wit and wisdom - love it.