"...linoleum floor, linoleum floor, your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor..."
Any song that uses the word "linoleum" three times is cool in my book. I just joined MySpace and I really like the feature where you can select what you are listening to and it shows it at the bottom of your blog entry. Well, if you haven't guess already, I'm listening to "Le Tigre", by "Le Tigre", of course.
I haven't written anything here in a long while and I'm sure you are all just *dying* to hear about my trip to Philadelphia. ok, well, hehe, there isn't much of a story unfortunately, in fact, I did not have a good time in Philly!
I was pretty excited about going. Karen (Luciana) invited me, and I was expecting to spend an action packed weekend with her. (For more info regarding Karen check out my Jan 02 blog entry, I think it was). As you know, we kind of left things up in the air, last time we saw each other. Since Christmas break, we'd been talking a bit on IM and I felt, well, like we were getting to know each other better and she felt more comfortable talking to me. So, as you can imagine, I was pretty excited when she invited my down to Philly for the weekend. I was going to fly but then I looked at the prices for tickets, and I decided to just drive. I took a half a day off from work on Friday and drove the 6 hours from Boston to Philly.
I had only been at my brother's apartment (he lives in West Philly) for like 20 minutes when he says, "ok, one rule, you aren't allowed to hit on Karen when you're down here."
I was like, "wtf? did she tell you that." Well, no, she didn't but what she did say to him was that she hoped I wasn't going down there with "expectations". No, I didn't have expectations, but I didn have goals! I was fully intending to flirt with her, to hit on her, and to try to get to know her better. I was angry at my brother - "Why didn't you tell me this before I drove 340 miles!"
"Well, if I did, you wouldn't come to visit," he said. He was right... but you know, I was also there to hang out with him, so I figured I'd make the best of it.
I *did* hang out with Karen a lot while I was there. We went out and ate and drank and drank some more. And after the bars closed we went back to my brother's place and continued to drink! Friday night I went to bed at 8:30am, Saturday night I don't even remember... maybe it was 4:30am or so. I talked to Karen, but the conversation... was a little awkward. Mostly I was hesistant, I didn't know what to do. I was getting crazy mixed signals. This all ended when my brother's roommate's friend Hilary showed up. Hilary is crazy! She may even be weirder than me. But please don't tell her that. (note, you may not think I'm weird, but you've never actually MET me - at least most of you out there). Well, it turned out that I ended up to talking to Hilary most of the night and ignoring Karen - perhaps it was a little rude, but she didn't really seem to be that into talking to me either.
The drama just goes on and on. I can't write it all here. Anyways, I got into that horrible situation where a girl tries to set up a guy with another girl, you know, as a way of diverting his attention away from her (as it often is). So, I had Karen saying to me, "get Hilary to stay! you seem to be hitting it off, you should hit on her etc." In fact, i was getting along with Hilary and she is attractive but it was on a superficial level - we were having fun, but we weren't flirting or anything. At the same time, Hilary though that Karen and I were a couple! (at least when she first met me in the bar) and when I told her the story she said, "oh, you should just jump her, make her forget about your brother, I can tell she likes you...". Damn, why must they play hot potato with my emotions!
It became apparent that Karen isn't exactly over my brother. Yes, she's dated other guys (kinda) or at least fooled around with other guys, and hes been very clear that hes not interested, but I think it basically means i have no chance... But the more I hung out with her, the more my interest in her faded. For many reasons, but the frustration and all the drama of this love triangle really just killed it all for me. I'm not going to go into the other details, they don't matter anymore.
We slept until like 2pm on Saturday. Karen crashed on my brother's couch, but she woke up early and walked home. I slept in the guest room, Hilary stayed over too - she slept in my brother's roommate's room. At about 4:30pm we made our way to the diner... Saturday night was pretty much a repeat of Friday. Sunday, I drove back home to Boston...
I left feeling unhappy about my weekend but, at least, a little bit relieved that it was over with and I could just forget about Karen and move on. At least now, I know. But to confuse things, she emails me when I get back, "I'm sorry there was so much drama...I hope you had fun...I hope you come back again...etc." Very polite email, I didn't think much of it. But then she IMs me... and says the same things, and then IMs me again and talks about a possible skiing trip in Vermont and wants to know if I'd be interested in going... and then again a couple days later talking about a fancy restaurant we could go to next time I'm in Philly. Crazy mixed signals. What is up with that. (And she KNOWS how I felt about her, I'm sure of it). Anyways, I've written about that weekend, and thats that. We don't need to talk about it anymore.
I feel like I want to add a picture to my blog entries, but I broke my camera back in October so I don't have anything appropriate... I'll just put these pics of my car in here then. Enjoy!
Any song that uses the word "linoleum" three times is cool in my book. I just joined MySpace and I really like the feature where you can select what you are listening to and it shows it at the bottom of your blog entry. Well, if you haven't guess already, I'm listening to "Le Tigre", by "Le Tigre", of course.
I haven't written anything here in a long while and I'm sure you are all just *dying* to hear about my trip to Philadelphia. ok, well, hehe, there isn't much of a story unfortunately, in fact, I did not have a good time in Philly!
I was pretty excited about going. Karen (Luciana) invited me, and I was expecting to spend an action packed weekend with her. (For more info regarding Karen check out my Jan 02 blog entry, I think it was). As you know, we kind of left things up in the air, last time we saw each other. Since Christmas break, we'd been talking a bit on IM and I felt, well, like we were getting to know each other better and she felt more comfortable talking to me. So, as you can imagine, I was pretty excited when she invited my down to Philly for the weekend. I was going to fly but then I looked at the prices for tickets, and I decided to just drive. I took a half a day off from work on Friday and drove the 6 hours from Boston to Philly.
I had only been at my brother's apartment (he lives in West Philly) for like 20 minutes when he says, "ok, one rule, you aren't allowed to hit on Karen when you're down here."
I was like, "wtf? did she tell you that." Well, no, she didn't but what she did say to him was that she hoped I wasn't going down there with "expectations". No, I didn't have expectations, but I didn have goals! I was fully intending to flirt with her, to hit on her, and to try to get to know her better. I was angry at my brother - "Why didn't you tell me this before I drove 340 miles!"
"Well, if I did, you wouldn't come to visit," he said. He was right... but you know, I was also there to hang out with him, so I figured I'd make the best of it.
I *did* hang out with Karen a lot while I was there. We went out and ate and drank and drank some more. And after the bars closed we went back to my brother's place and continued to drink! Friday night I went to bed at 8:30am, Saturday night I don't even remember... maybe it was 4:30am or so. I talked to Karen, but the conversation... was a little awkward. Mostly I was hesistant, I didn't know what to do. I was getting crazy mixed signals. This all ended when my brother's roommate's friend Hilary showed up. Hilary is crazy! She may even be weirder than me. But please don't tell her that. (note, you may not think I'm weird, but you've never actually MET me - at least most of you out there). Well, it turned out that I ended up to talking to Hilary most of the night and ignoring Karen - perhaps it was a little rude, but she didn't really seem to be that into talking to me either.
The drama just goes on and on. I can't write it all here. Anyways, I got into that horrible situation where a girl tries to set up a guy with another girl, you know, as a way of diverting his attention away from her (as it often is). So, I had Karen saying to me, "get Hilary to stay! you seem to be hitting it off, you should hit on her etc." In fact, i was getting along with Hilary and she is attractive but it was on a superficial level - we were having fun, but we weren't flirting or anything. At the same time, Hilary though that Karen and I were a couple! (at least when she first met me in the bar) and when I told her the story she said, "oh, you should just jump her, make her forget about your brother, I can tell she likes you...". Damn, why must they play hot potato with my emotions!
It became apparent that Karen isn't exactly over my brother. Yes, she's dated other guys (kinda) or at least fooled around with other guys, and hes been very clear that hes not interested, but I think it basically means i have no chance... But the more I hung out with her, the more my interest in her faded. For many reasons, but the frustration and all the drama of this love triangle really just killed it all for me. I'm not going to go into the other details, they don't matter anymore.
We slept until like 2pm on Saturday. Karen crashed on my brother's couch, but she woke up early and walked home. I slept in the guest room, Hilary stayed over too - she slept in my brother's roommate's room. At about 4:30pm we made our way to the diner... Saturday night was pretty much a repeat of Friday. Sunday, I drove back home to Boston...
I left feeling unhappy about my weekend but, at least, a little bit relieved that it was over with and I could just forget about Karen and move on. At least now, I know. But to confuse things, she emails me when I get back, "I'm sorry there was so much drama...I hope you had fun...I hope you come back again...etc." Very polite email, I didn't think much of it. But then she IMs me... and says the same things, and then IMs me again and talks about a possible skiing trip in Vermont and wants to know if I'd be interested in going... and then again a couple days later talking about a fancy restaurant we could go to next time I'm in Philly. Crazy mixed signals. What is up with that. (And she KNOWS how I felt about her, I'm sure of it). Anyways, I've written about that weekend, and thats that. We don't need to talk about it anymore.
I feel like I want to add a picture to my blog entries, but I broke my camera back in October so I don't have anything appropriate... I'll just put these pics of my car in here then. Enjoy!
Nice car....