light bulb. .

So, “sometimes” when I acquire a new crush of sorts, I find myself constantly “grooming” my facebook profile. I will go through the first couple pages of my tagged pictures and weed out any that I may have, at one point, been on the fence about. As I was going through this process the other day, it hit me! This was ridic! I mean seriously, what am I doing? Do they even look at my page? I don’t even look at their pages very often. I actually make a point NOT to look, unless I intend on leaving a comment or something. Now don’t get me wrong. . I do my fair share of browsing through their pictures and reading their profile information. . but usually only ONCE. I don’t really want to know who they are talking to or what’s going on in their lives. Walls are just a place to publically display my wit. :) Anyway. .that is what conversations are for. I would hate to be “that guy” who brings something up that had never been previously discussed between the two particular parties. Meaning: someone was creeping.

Anyway, I wondered if there was any real truth behind the method to my grooming madness. Curiosity struck. I wonder how often guys check out girls on facebook. Like, if they start liking someone. . do they visit daily, weekly, monthly. . . ever??

[Mass texting begins.] I sent somewhere in the vicinity of 50-60 texts to most all my guy friends. Married’s excluded. I was surprised by the feedback. The guys I didn’t really expect to hear back from, I heard from. Nice. I got some pretty funny responses, which were sarcastic. However, it being the subject it was. . I deemed their responses to be sincere and the sarcasm was simply a cover. Making them creepy-ish? . . .maybe. The responses ranged from “daily” to “one a month, if ever.” Very cool. The most common response was every few days to weekly. The second most repetitive response was by way of mini feed. If they see something about you there, it's like they have a "why not?" moment. haha!! Interesting. This made my complex of “grooming” my profile go away.

Some more responses:
*probably more than I should. Why? You stalking someone. .
*this feels like a trick.
*what? Do you work for facebook survey?
*bitches be crazy.
To name a few. .

Something I didn’t think about ahead of time though was the curiosity that may come from their end. “Why?” popped up a lot. Explanations were in order. . Needless to say, it was a long day of texting.

In closing, I’d like to make a shout out to the carrier formerly known as Cingular. . thank you for unlimited text messaging.

and the award goes to. .

President Obama won the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize today!!
http://msnbc.com/id/33237202/ns/politics-white_house?GT1=43001

They don’t give this prestigious award to just anyone you know. A few of the past winners include Theodore Roosevelt (1906 winner); Martin Luther King Jr. (1964 winner); Mother Theresa (1979 winner); Nelson Mandela (1993 winner); and of course Al Gore, in 2007, as the infamous “founder of pollution”.

My initial reaction: My opinion of the Nobel Peace Prize has been tainted since 2007. But despite that, I am proud of our President and his ability to say the word ‘hope’ well.

I am just sarcastic by nature. Obviously it is an honor for your president win the Nobel Peace Prize. Not only is it awesome but it reflects on our country. So . .good deal! However, I do want to know what it takes exactly to get a Nobel Peace Prize. I mean. . I give people money all the time, sometimes even for medicine.


*I viewed the list of Nobel winners at http://almaz.com/nobel/peace

the bicycle gang. .

This past Friday night I was planning on staying in, maybe do some cleaning. . whatev. The roommates were out of town and I had the place to myself. .so why not right? I locked myself in my room and watched HGTV. Sure, I had a few options on the “going out” end, but they all involved driving further than I was willing. Then my friend calls me and plans are made. Nothing big, just go chill at his place with another friend and then maybe walk on over to campus corner. So I get ready and roll up to their place, when I get another call from him. Turns out the plan had changed and I was to ready myself for a night of mischief and terror on two wheels. Bicycles!! This was perfect. I was totally dressed inappropriately for such things. Plus it was freezing outside, and the wind that is self-caused while riding a bike would only intensify that fact. (Note: wearing short shorts, tank top, short-sleeved sweater, flip flops)
Anyway, we drove to the other friends’ house where the bikes were stored, thus creating more distance between us and campus corner. Fabulous.

(story within a story) whilst at the other house, getting ready for the bicycle gang activities. .i was offered the rest of my friends white Russian. I looked in it and noticed it had a brown tint to it, so I asked what was in it then took a drink. “chocolate milk” chimed through my ears. I immediately handed off the drink and ran inside barely making it to the toilet. Threw up. Cleaned up. Walked out. Now. . I’m not in any way allergic to milk, it’s just that I can’t share. The result of sharing causes nausea and probably death in some unfortunate case.

(Continued). . .everyone was very concerned about my warmth on the trip. Also my ability to ride in flip flops. I put on a big neon colored hoodie. I felt good!! Hopped on my “cruiser” and practiced for a bit while everyone else finished up their pre-drink. (Cruiser description: blue, chrome fenders, over extended handle bars, and new rubbers. LOVE)

Then me and the bicycle gang took off! 7 of us. And it was cold, but exhilarating. Cruising down the dark streets of nompton. Completely quiet other than the cold air through the spokes and the sound of my dear friends’ banter. Total happy buzz! We arrive at campus corner and tie the bikes up and do our thing. Dance party. Dance. Dance. Dance. Dance. Dance party. Dance. Dance. People be hatin on my gang, I tell them what’s up. Dance. Dance.

Closing time. .the song.

Unleash the bikes! Only we can’t because one of my friends (with the key) walked home. So we waited for some others to go retrieve it on the bikes which I knew the combination to! Yeah. . pretty much saved the day. No big deal. In the meantime, I meet Collin. He is from Washington, here on family reunion business. We talk for a while, when he asked me if I “smoke bud”. I replied absolutely not but we needed another person in our gang. Seeing how my friend walked home, we now had an extra bike with no jockey. Hence, I save the day again when I suggest Collin ride the spare bike home. Solved.

quote from an emotional morning. .

we were just in "short-term" love.
i'm waiting to be in "long-term" love.