After messing up the directions to go and pick me up, Khyriptic took me to Atlanta to go the the High museum to see the Van Gogh exhibit and there was a HUGE line. So not only do I have to see Van Gogh (whom I do not like, or didn't think I liked, at that time), I have to stand in line.
In the car, Khryptic randomly decides his windsheild was dirty and uses the water squirter thing. In absolute horror I make a face, yell "Oh", and jump back, apparently forgetting that the water cannot hit me through the windsheild.
Sooo he buys the tickets and we go to his house to hang out and pass the time.
We go back to the Van Gogh museum. On the way to there, it wasn't two seconds after Khryptic whispered to me to hold my purse close that this really weird, but kind, man came up to us. He started talking about how the girl shouldn't be on the streetside (which is where I was, we hadn't had time to switch after we crossed the last road) but the homeless man was on the otherside. Thank god, Khryptic just held me close and said something like he likes me on this arm better or something. The guy started talking about poetry (uuurg, Van Gogh and poetry in the same night?! How did I survive?) and asked for some money to do a poem.
I can just tell you now, I will never pay for a poem. Thank you. I really would have given him some money, but I had just gotten $25 to hold me over for two weeks... and I already owe $88. Uh huh. Daynah's in debt already.
But he ended up saying the poem, anyway, because we were "sooo cute". Oh yeah. Now, at this point I'm thinkin', "You know, I should try to remember this poem, so this can be our love poem or something" Yeah, it was some poem about Jesus. Not exactly the poem you want for our relationship (meeting on a punk pinup girl website perhaps should give you that indication). The homeless man backs off. w00t.
Wait in line for ages, but the man at the door let us jump ahead of people! W00t! It's my good looks, really. ~poses~ And I don't hate Van Gogh as much as I thought. I still hate all his works he's famous for, really, but I like his drawings, most of them being in ink and charcol.
On the way home, we went to Moe's (closed! Damn!) but some old guy said we were cute and "She's dressed up like winter, and you're dressed like summer!" Then we stopped chick-fil-a! w00t! Yay for chicken nuggets. Went through the drive through and I fed him on the way home as he drived. Very sweet.
In the parking lot we talked and stuff and then there were some really roudy people around the car (I had been wondering why the police always go to that parking lot. The instant the police aren't there..) and Khryptic didn't want me to get out, and wanted me to hide my head, it was so sweet (and I was kinda scared).
So I went home. I got him a little party blower thingie and he got me a Nintendo Mushroom air freshener for my car!
Very fun! Pictures will be posted later!
In the car, Khryptic randomly decides his windsheild was dirty and uses the water squirter thing. In absolute horror I make a face, yell "Oh", and jump back, apparently forgetting that the water cannot hit me through the windsheild.
Sooo he buys the tickets and we go to his house to hang out and pass the time.
We go back to the Van Gogh museum. On the way to there, it wasn't two seconds after Khryptic whispered to me to hold my purse close that this really weird, but kind, man came up to us. He started talking about how the girl shouldn't be on the streetside (which is where I was, we hadn't had time to switch after we crossed the last road) but the homeless man was on the otherside. Thank god, Khryptic just held me close and said something like he likes me on this arm better or something. The guy started talking about poetry (uuurg, Van Gogh and poetry in the same night?! How did I survive?) and asked for some money to do a poem.
I can just tell you now, I will never pay for a poem. Thank you. I really would have given him some money, but I had just gotten $25 to hold me over for two weeks... and I already owe $88. Uh huh. Daynah's in debt already.
But he ended up saying the poem, anyway, because we were "sooo cute". Oh yeah. Now, at this point I'm thinkin', "You know, I should try to remember this poem, so this can be our love poem or something" Yeah, it was some poem about Jesus. Not exactly the poem you want for our relationship (meeting on a punk pinup girl website perhaps should give you that indication). The homeless man backs off. w00t.
Wait in line for ages, but the man at the door let us jump ahead of people! W00t! It's my good looks, really. ~poses~ And I don't hate Van Gogh as much as I thought. I still hate all his works he's famous for, really, but I like his drawings, most of them being in ink and charcol.
On the way home, we went to Moe's (closed! Damn!) but some old guy said we were cute and "She's dressed up like winter, and you're dressed like summer!" Then we stopped chick-fil-a! w00t! Yay for chicken nuggets. Went through the drive through and I fed him on the way home as he drived. Very sweet.
In the parking lot we talked and stuff and then there were some really roudy people around the car (I had been wondering why the police always go to that parking lot. The instant the police aren't there..) and Khryptic didn't want me to get out, and wanted me to hide my head, it was so sweet (and I was kinda scared).
So I went home. I got him a little party blower thingie and he got me a Nintendo Mushroom air freshener for my car!
Very fun! Pictures will be posted later!
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