Remember that scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom where that guy gets his heart ripped out during that cult ceremony? That's how I feel like right now...after I found out that the girl I liked in my Geology 104 class has a boyfriend. Just before I wrote this entry, she e-mailed (apparently, she only e-mails once a week...and mainly on Tuesdays)...talking about how she got $50 for Christmas just like me, how she was sore from snowboarding (and probably doing something else, not that I'm talkin' trash or anything) on New Year's Eve and how she spent time with her boyfriend and his family playing Scrabble and having barbeques...both also on New Year's Eve.
Arrrrggghhhh!!!! The pain! The sorrow! Okay, I'm exaggerating...but it sure was a kick in the @$$ after I finally found out she was taken. If I wasn't too busy making this entry sound good, I'd probably be even more miserable. J/k! Actually, I would. Anyways, I think I'll end this entry here. I'm gonna go off to shoot myself now. J/k again!! There's always Francine Dee...
UPDATE Since I'm still wallowing in self-pity, I think I'll reflect more on the tragic (okay, tragic is TOO strong a word...let's change it to devastating) news that I've just learned yesterday. DISCLAIMER: I'm about to sound obsessive...or infatuated--whichever lousy label you want to put on me.
First of all, I wonder how long she's been with her boyfriend? The first time I saw her at the start of last semester, she was on her cell phone when she came into my Geology lab class. She put her backpack down, then went outside to talk in the hallway. Obviously, she doesn't need privacy if it's just one of her female friends she was talking to.
Of course, I've just strayed off the subject here...and that was how long was she with her boyfriend?
Second of all, how is her relationship with her boyfriend? This is where that obsessive label REALLY comes along... but I'm just curious, people. Is it just a hug-and-kiss relationship, or is it something more? In today's world of playaz & hoochies, I'm afraid to say that it's probably more. You know... like them sleeping together once, showering together once, her losing her virginity to that scumbag or them pulling off something that you would see in the home videos by Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee. If that was the case, her and her boyfriend would really suck... no pun intended.
Third of all, how does her boyfriend look? Is he taller than me? More cut than me (okay, scratch that...is that fool cut, period? When was the last time I worked out? Err, never? Just kidding)? Does he actually look like a FOB (fresh-off-the-boat for all you non-Asian homeboys and homegirls)? Is the guy even Asian? With my shaved head, sorry excuse for a goatee and all...do I look more thuggish than him? I wonder.
I bet he doesn't have my uncanny knack for talking trash about one's own self.
Even if I may, um, look more handsome than that guy (like I'll ever know), there's one thing / person he has that makes him better than me...he has that girl. Eh, SCREW IT...he has Denise. Bastard!
PS: Now I know I DEFINITELY can't show my website to her.
