Friday, July 9
Love is cruel. Is it? I’m confused (again)…
After reading Chyldio’s proms adventures I realized the proms were besides the drunkenness quite a disappointment (Understatement!). And since last Saturday my life itself is a bit confusing too.
Until Saturday 11:45 AM, I had a girl I really liked, actually the first girl ever I really really liked. The smooth talker I am, I always talk to people and say whatever I want. But with this girl I was a bit wary to ask her out. But my worries weren’t based on anything it turned out and for some time everything was OK (I know the girls are going to blame me that I don’t know the precise date, but I don’t live by time, actually). Anyway, back to last Saturday. I’m the coach of a football team as a volunteer (Yay! We are the champions last season! No really). Because of all the spare time I ruin there, the FC was organizing a Volunteers Night, which actually means: beer for free. Together with my friends Dickie S. and Niles Handyman we had a good time. And in Schizo’s gang this means we were quite drunk around 11 (the night started at 8). Then around 12 o’clock my cell phone played the A-Team tune, which means someone is trying to contact me (Whoa, trying to contact me sounds like I’m a spy or something, in any case it sounds better than someone called me up on the phone). You guessed it, it was my girl. She would leave Tuesday for her vacation to Greece, and here I can’t do anything else than quote the chat we had. This is the best crap I ever heard:
“Heya Marc.”
“Hullo Cutie.”
“Do you mind if we break up while I’m in Greece and when I return we’re just going on?”
“Erm… you’re asking me if it’s OK that you’re going to screw every guy you like you meet in Greece and then when you return to the World’s Paradise (Holland obviously, ask Johnny) we’re OK again?”
“Well, that’s not exactly what I meant, but…”
“That IS what you mean, and I don’t care go ahead, screw some guy, get AIDS and die!”
Yes, I agree, it is a bit harsh, but who comes up with this stupid idea in the first place? Of course it’s not OK that you partying for two weeks in Greece and building up a Rep (I don’t know if you’re familiar with the term Rep, but I think you do). Besides that, I really liked her and then things get complicated real fast. And I drank too much, I don’t hide behind that, because I’ve always drank too much. I still think I did the right thing. I actually didn’t feel the urge to speak to her. On Sunday I went to Skorps and didn’t bring my cell (which by the way is a normal cell without a camera in it. Have I told you how much I hate those!?). When I got home I saw on the display: 17 missed calls. Hmmmm… who would that have been? Just when I picked up the cell, it started to contact me again. Oh surprise! It was my girl (other than Chyldio I’m not going to spell out her name for you. You are not to be trusted! And besides that I’m not that good with l33t as Chyldio). I didn’t answer the phone, when it rang for a second time, I pushed the red button. For me that means, I’m not going to answer you!
One minute after that I got a text message. It is not kind to put such personal text online, so I’m not. I only tell you my reply: Crazy Amanda Bunkface! Line12! To most people this doesn’t mean anything, but I know she listens to SUM41 and I know she got the message. For those who don’t know that song the twelfth line is: What’s so hard about goodbye’s? Did I make myself clear, hell yes I think.
In conclusion, (no, this update isn’t finished yet, I’m only starting!) it’s Saturday, I’m on a lame party (with free beer, but still lame), my girl sort of dumped me and I was drunk as a Turk (Dutch thing) this girl breaks up stuff made me all clear again so I needed more drinks. Then we have the largest club of the north of Holland in our town and I’m here with two of my best drinking pals (ooh I hate the word ‘pal’)… Tough call, what am I going to do?
Okay, twenty minutes later I have my first beer that I actually paid for and I lost my two friends and I’m hating myself because things never work out as I would like them to for me for too long. Then it feels like someone hits me with a sledge hammer on my shoulder. This only could mean Hoef is around. I turned around and my guess was right on target, but to my surprise he brought his girlfriend too. And this is always a moment where my heart starts beating a few beats faster. Not because I want his girl, but she has a real cute sister. Always when I see her I hope she brought her sister along, but Cutie wasn’t seen around. So, I buy them a drink and they ask what I’m doing here all alone. Because I didn't want to share the story yet, I’m bringing up a story that is far from true, but by far more intresting to listen too (didn't contain any aliens though). But then I see the Angel nearing us (sometimes I think there is a god with a heaven, where else are such creatures made?). Half way my sentence my voice goes weird and I greet my Princess (I nicknamed her Princess, and the funny part, even her sister calls her Princess nowadays). So, we talk for a while with the four of us, and I’m being polite getting some more drinks (well, polite I was still thirsty and when the others don’t drink in my pace, I’ll keep getting drinks. Erm… I don’t know why I told you this, I think the few days in London will cost me quite some money…) Anyway, I’m bringing two beers and two drinks for the girls which look really nasty. I’m think if you drink it your blood is going to glow green or something and I almost run over some giggling girls because I wasn’t paying attention to anything but these alien drinks. I continue my way and think that those girls are really young and so it happens I almost run over my friends. What are they telling me when I return? They where about to go dancing. “Oh, but I brought drinks.” I emptied my glass in one sib, as did Hoef. But the girls didn’t want to do that with their Glow-in-the-dark drinks (which is quite understandable), but I wanted to dance. This was an opportunity I didn’t let escape. So, in thirty seconds I emptied those horrible drinks and to the dance floor we went (and now I'm sure you never should drink those horrible drinks in one sibs, yigh!).
Someone once said: Why doesn't feel it the same to fall in love and break up. I just showed it can feel the same.
Until Saturday 11:45 AM, I had a girl I really liked, actually the first girl ever I really really liked. The smooth talker I am, I always talk to people and say whatever I want. But with this girl I was a bit wary to ask her out. But my worries weren’t based on anything it turned out and for some time everything was OK (I know the girls are going to blame me that I don’t know the precise date, but I don’t live by time, actually). Anyway, back to last Saturday. I’m the coach of a football team as a volunteer (Yay! We are the champions last season! No really). Because of all the spare time I ruin there, the FC was organizing a Volunteers Night, which actually means: beer for free. Together with my friends Dickie S. and Niles Handyman we had a good time. And in Schizo’s gang this means we were quite drunk around 11 (the night started at 8). Then around 12 o’clock my cell phone played the A-Team tune, which means someone is trying to contact me (Whoa, trying to contact me sounds like I’m a spy or something, in any case it sounds better than someone called me up on the phone). You guessed it, it was my girl. She would leave Tuesday for her vacation to Greece, and here I can’t do anything else than quote the chat we had. This is the best crap I ever heard:
“Heya Marc.”
“Hullo Cutie.”
“Do you mind if we break up while I’m in Greece and when I return we’re just going on?”
“Erm… you’re asking me if it’s OK that you’re going to screw every guy you like you meet in Greece and then when you return to the World’s Paradise (Holland obviously, ask Johnny) we’re OK again?”
“Well, that’s not exactly what I meant, but…”
“That IS what you mean, and I don’t care go ahead, screw some guy, get AIDS and die!”
Yes, I agree, it is a bit harsh, but who comes up with this stupid idea in the first place? Of course it’s not OK that you partying for two weeks in Greece and building up a Rep (I don’t know if you’re familiar with the term Rep, but I think you do). Besides that, I really liked her and then things get complicated real fast. And I drank too much, I don’t hide behind that, because I’ve always drank too much. I still think I did the right thing. I actually didn’t feel the urge to speak to her. On Sunday I went to Skorps and didn’t bring my cell (which by the way is a normal cell without a camera in it. Have I told you how much I hate those!?). When I got home I saw on the display: 17 missed calls. Hmmmm… who would that have been? Just when I picked up the cell, it started to contact me again. Oh surprise! It was my girl (other than Chyldio I’m not going to spell out her name for you. You are not to be trusted! And besides that I’m not that good with l33t as Chyldio). I didn’t answer the phone, when it rang for a second time, I pushed the red button. For me that means, I’m not going to answer you!
One minute after that I got a text message. It is not kind to put such personal text online, so I’m not. I only tell you my reply: Crazy Amanda Bunkface! Line12! To most people this doesn’t mean anything, but I know she listens to SUM41 and I know she got the message. For those who don’t know that song the twelfth line is: What’s so hard about goodbye’s? Did I make myself clear, hell yes I think.
In conclusion, (no, this update isn’t finished yet, I’m only starting!) it’s Saturday, I’m on a lame party (with free beer, but still lame), my girl sort of dumped me and I was drunk as a Turk (Dutch thing) this girl breaks up stuff made me all clear again so I needed more drinks. Then we have the largest club of the north of Holland in our town and I’m here with two of my best drinking pals (ooh I hate the word ‘pal’)… Tough call, what am I going to do?
Okay, twenty minutes later I have my first beer that I actually paid for and I lost my two friends and I’m hating myself because things never work out as I would like them to for me for too long. Then it feels like someone hits me with a sledge hammer on my shoulder. This only could mean Hoef is around. I turned around and my guess was right on target, but to my surprise he brought his girlfriend too. And this is always a moment where my heart starts beating a few beats faster. Not because I want his girl, but she has a real cute sister. Always when I see her I hope she brought her sister along, but Cutie wasn’t seen around. So, I buy them a drink and they ask what I’m doing here all alone. Because I didn't want to share the story yet, I’m bringing up a story that is far from true, but by far more intresting to listen too (didn't contain any aliens though). But then I see the Angel nearing us (sometimes I think there is a god with a heaven, where else are such creatures made?). Half way my sentence my voice goes weird and I greet my Princess (I nicknamed her Princess, and the funny part, even her sister calls her Princess nowadays). So, we talk for a while with the four of us, and I’m being polite getting some more drinks (well, polite I was still thirsty and when the others don’t drink in my pace, I’ll keep getting drinks. Erm… I don’t know why I told you this, I think the few days in London will cost me quite some money…) Anyway, I’m bringing two beers and two drinks for the girls which look really nasty. I’m think if you drink it your blood is going to glow green or something and I almost run over some giggling girls because I wasn’t paying attention to anything but these alien drinks. I continue my way and think that those girls are really young and so it happens I almost run over my friends. What are they telling me when I return? They where about to go dancing. “Oh, but I brought drinks.” I emptied my glass in one sib, as did Hoef. But the girls didn’t want to do that with their Glow-in-the-dark drinks (which is quite understandable), but I wanted to dance. This was an opportunity I didn’t let escape. So, in thirty seconds I emptied those horrible drinks and to the dance floor we went (and now I'm sure you never should drink those horrible drinks in one sibs, yigh!).
Someone once said: Why doesn't feel it the same to fall in love and break up. I just showed it can feel the same.
