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2003.03.22 12:57 p.m.

ho-lo.

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i wish i was a better descriptor. meaning, i wish i could write about last night better.

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i'm really sorry i didn't come to either of your shows last night (so many dynamos). i would have liked to have seen you and sylvie and despitastossogngj and pd's band. lack of mobility and foremost, monies.

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i went to the cfcr (community radio) sideshow of the stars. in a general way, it was enjoyable and cool. i went with courtney (she drives!) and we hung out with jeff and brian and clint and other random people we ran into. ((ooo, sidenote, my outfit: black low riders, black tights, beige fringe velvety skirt, black cut tanktop, caramel cardigan, tiny bead necklace, and feathers in my hair. i looked cute. not overly so, but fine.)) i was happy to see jeff(pederson), he gave me advice on which drink i would look sexiest drinking. and i love clint and brian. i even had an oddly enjoyable conversation with mattfinn about how we could set up courtney with this boy she has a little crush on.

oh, oh, and brea curtis was there. ai. ai. for those who weren't around when i was in high school, she's my arch nemesis dating back to the tenth grade. she was in the play with me and alvin when i was really wanting him. a lot. and she was dating him. since he flirted with me (a lot) this caused problems. we hated each other. i had nasty nicknames about her (behind her back) and a club that didn't like her. anyways, i haven't seen her in years. we passed each other very close, both looked and got this faint recognition/disgust look and kept walking, as soon as i passed i said 'ai', and we heard her say 'oh'. awesome. she's actually very beautiful. she looks like snow white. i just avoided her for the evening. kind of.

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A RETROSPECTIVE NOTE: ergh. um..i'm dumb to write any of this stuff on the internet. i know that. don't judge me on it without a tone of voice or a specific face being made.

this is where is gets long. if i have the patience to write it all down.

first, to recap: this boy comes into jerry's sometimes. sometimes he says his name is constantine. this is what i will refer to him as, or stanty. i also saw him with a girl at body shop. more on her later. he's a high school teacher (barely). he looks like he's no more than nineteen.
the way to stalk people is to mention to enough people that you like them, and then they'll give up any information. not very stealthy...but it works.
when i saw constantine at the show last night i started grining stupidly and spun around a couple of times. man, i get so excited about things. he was with some boys, dressed in kakhis and a tshirt. i said to courtney, man i wish he was wearing a suit, looking all suave and all that. he left for a while, and we left for a while, when i saw him again, he was wearing a suit! a black suit with a white pretentious scarf. funny.

so i hear from clint that he's frankie glitter. as in frankie glitter and the plan. playing at the show. and boy did he play.

and damn brea curtis was dancing in front of me, reminding me that it sucks to hit on other people's boyfriends.
frankie glitter and the plan was about 8 people, from djembe to trumpet to guitar, etc. constantine was vocals. it was rock/ska/rap/punk/ i don't know how to decribe it. good though. this kid can scream, dance, hump (! that's what i do!), sing, rap, work a crowd......and if that wasn't enough, he and this other band guy get in the crowd and start break dancing. awesome! with flips and great stalls, and wow.
and he took off his clothes. by the end he was wearing track bottoms and a beater. now i must must point out that i don't like beaters. girls are the only ones who should wear tanktops. especially white ones that make you look like you've just, well, beaten your wife. there are few people who can pull them off, say brad pitt and....uh... brendan fehr. maybe. mostly i just hate when boys wear them alone. to show off their muscles.
but when it is the result of taking off other clothing...it can be really attractive. especially if you have pretty muscles and pale perfect skin. also especially if you're doing a flip, and dancing.

the funny part was when janel came (she's my friend from work who kind of knows him, and whenever we see him, we call each other). i just about fell over laughing. we both said 'i was going to call you'.

now for a list of why he's the kind of boy i want:

*he likes people.
*he likes kids
*he's a vegetarian
*he's a good dancer
*he looks so young and cute
*not overly tall
*he's sportive (in the right way)
*he's a gooood dancer
*good hygene
*nice skin (i notice this more since working at b.s.)
*he sings and entertains
*he enjoys music
*he has pretty muscles and thick veins
*he's oh-so polite
*he can breakdance
*he seems very stable.

the dumb part is that it'd be creepy to date him after this girl who dresses like me. and the other dumb part is that i'm soooo not ready for an actual relationship. and definatly not with someone who's had past actual relationships. the most dumb part is that i'm actually putting thought into this..

it seems like so many people in the indie/hippie/activistic community have paired off so perfectly. i have no one to partner up with. it's silly. oh, oh oh no.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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