Sunday, February 7, 1993

February 7, 1993 - Sunday - Kimmeth!, April, Jen

I talked to beautiful Kimmeth a little while ago for a hour and a half. I'm really trying to weasel my way out of my little procrastination lifestyle that I have employed for such a long portion of my life. I've actually studied all this week, using so called perfect study habits doing about three hours of work each night. I was amazed that I kept up the pace all week, and actually enjoyed the feeling of getting things done early. I promised myself to call Kim this evening, but when the time came, I was just sort of bumming around and didn't think I would. I quickly kicked my ass in to gear and was very glad that I did.

It's awesome how we have long, intimate, and legitimate conversations nowadays. I actually found myself telling her stories that she seemed thoroughly interested in. She's going to have an apartment to look after for two weeks in April down in Ft. Lauderdale when her two friends go on their honeymoon. Damn I wish that Spring break could have been timed a little better! We talked about so many things that we had never really gotten into before. We were talking about the things we like, and would like to do. We both have been thinking a lot about traveling lately. She mentioned the winding roads around the mountains in the Virgin Islands where her girlfriend lives. I can't remember her name right now, although I've heard it many times. She's the girl that sells Kim's paintings for her. I compared them to the twisty roads up in the Appalachian Mountains, and she agreed completely thinking back to when she was there.

She has also been to West Virginia and was talking about the 'mountains' there and about an old fire tower that she went in to one time. I was thinking of the tower on Fort Mountain as she described it. I argued that West Virginia doesn't have any mountains, and we both laughed as we agreed that they are definitely more like hills. She was talking about how the Smokies really do look like mountains; tall, dark and looming. She said that she really would like to go back up there sometime if she can get somebody to go with her. I didn't want to 'eagerly impose' right from the start, but then she said that maybe it could be me. That would be awesome. I just talked with Ed about talking to Kim. We were talking about his little road trip through Georgia and all with Allison, and how they stayed at youth hostels rather cheaply. That might be fun.

Kim went to the Gaspirilla party last night for her first time. She was at home, and then figured that she'd better get out and go somewhere. She wore a low cut summer shirt that she quickly regretted thanks to the many drunk guys there. She did go by herself. FUCK!!! I wish I was home this weekend! She said that she quickly buttoned up her jacket and sort of hoped that she would have met up with somebody she knows. She went over to Harbour Island and saw Eddie Money in concert. That's pretty cool, too. I would have liked that. She also got 'laid off' from her job at the heat treating plant. She has a temporary job at a florist shop for the Valentine's Day rush. She says that there's a blonde salesgirl there that keeps smirking at her. She and Laura have been to this gay bar a few times called Trax. Kim thinks that this girl possibly recognizes her from there. She told me this pretty funny story in detail about these three lesbians that tried to hit on her once at Busch Gardens while she was in Lift 2.

I also told her my little story about Christina in my German class telling me that I have beautiful eyes. She thought it was funny and said hop somebody told her how pretty her hair was on Friday night. She said that it had been quite a while since somebody had complemented her about her hair, and I said the same was true about my eyes. I later joked that we'd make it twice for the weekend, and told her that from all I remember, she has really pretty hair. She replied with, 'Thanks, bright eyes!' I also told her about how I sometimes doubt the beauty of my eyes, and how they look kind of dull to me. She told me that they definitely aren't, and I was reassured even more.

We then started talking about animals. She used to have a hamster, gerbil, Guinea pigs, ferrets, ordeals with rabbits, chickens, ducks, and the birds she has now. I'm sure I've forgotten something. We had all kinds of stories to tell each other. One of her pets, I think the hamster, was named Seymore. I thought that was funny, because I used to have a five foot black racer named Seymore! It was funny. I remember Ila's ferret, and we talked about them for a while. It's funny how if they're asleep, it's practically impossible to wake them up. She also had a raccoon walk in to her home once down in Ft. Lauderdale. It scared the shit out of her. The whole conversation was pretty interesting, and she seemed to be all warm and gushy..., talking about all of those cute little animals. I read in an old journal once of her profound love of animals, which I share, which was proven true tonight.

Her grandmother called once, but she kept talking with me for a long time after that. Not until her friend in the Islands actually called, did we finally say goodbye.

I went to a party Friday night with Jon and had a pretty good time. We got picked up by these three girls in this pretty small car. There was a skinny girl named Michelle, one named Stacey, and a third cute one whose name I forgot from the beginning. I met so many people at that party, and I forgot just as many names. There were a lot of really cute girls there as well. It was somewhat of a progressive party. There was this gorgeous girl, perfect in every way, that I would have loved to had a real conversation with. Her name was Kim (no less) and she was definitely the best looking one there. I wasn't that much of a socialite that evening, though, and she didn't seem all that interested in talking to anybody for very long. I did see a girl that I was infatuated with back at Leto during my sophomore year. Her name is Robin Carrol, but she was making out with her boyfriend before long. There were some nice ones as well.

One girl named Emily, very pretty blonde curly hair, showed up late and seemed to have a general interest in me. We seemed to both want to be as far away from the pot smokers as possible. I thought she came with a guy, but I found her out front when I left by herself. If I would have kept the conversation going, I probably could have spent much of the night with her. We both did keep hitting the keg. I drank more domestic beer that night than I had all last semester. It was pretty fun.

We were thinking about going to Orlando with Chris and the guys from Jacksonville, but we decided to make a road trip there at a later date. Instead we went down the hall, and asked the girls what was up for Saturday night. April was on the phone, but she came down and had 'breakfast' with Ed and I. It was about noon, but on the weekend that's morning. We sat around and talked for quite a while. We all compared tans, and she's really white. She's actually quite petite. She has really cute tits and is actually a pretty good looking girl. It was funny thinking about how we used to never talk, or even say hello for the longest time. It's a weird world. She has a boyfriend who lives on our floor, but she seems to flirt with Ed and I a lot lately. Jon, Ed and I had talked earlier about going to see the new National Lampoon spoof, Loaded Weapon 1, tonight. She brought up the fact that a group was going to see it tonight and we decided to go along. She then went back home to get some sleep and do a bit of work until five when they were going to call her.

Ed and I went biking around campus in the rain for a while, and also stopped by Burger King for lunch, a bike shop, and a record store. Ed tightened up the loose parts on my bike, adjusted the seat, and put on new brake pads that I bought. I rode his bike around for a while, and it is surprisingly easy to ride. No wonder it's so easy for him to keep ahead of me. I met up with April in the hall later on, and she told me what was up. Her friends went ahead and bought our tickets, to avoid the lines, and we were going to leave at about 9:30. Ed came out and we talked to her for a little bit longer.

When it was about time to get ready, I looked outside the window to see four cops that had pulled over a mini van with five cowboys in it into our parking lot. They pulled the guys out of the van one by one at gunpoint and then cuffed them and sat them on the ground. They had the K9 dog search the car afterwards, but didn't find anything. They ended up letting them all go, after a very long time. The whole incident blocked off the Beaty lot, so that any cars wanting to leave or come in could not until they were through. We had an awesome view form the sixth floor with my binoculars. All of those years in Tampa, and I have never seen such an awesome bust so plainly before. It was funny because the Cops TV show was on at the same time, and the theme music kept playing as we looked out the windows. We asked each other why watch the show, when all we have to do is look outside!

Anyway, we walked with April to her car. Her boyfriend didn't come. We picked up a fat chick named Jody on the way, and met everybody else at the theater. I sat in the front seat and talked to April the entire way. My ulterior motive was to talk to her as much as possible and keep her away from Ed. I'd also like to become her friend as well, even more actually. It was a pretty funny movie and I enjoyed it. We were all rather tired so we decided to call it a night when the movie ended at midnight. I sat up front again and Ed was being rather rude about her driving. I made some rather funny jokes that had everybody in the car cracking up. I felt good.

Before German on Friday, I talked a lot with Jennifer and Christina outside of class for a while. Christina's really nice and I like her a lot. I was pretty surprised again by the attention that I was receiving from Jennifer since Wednesday. She was actually being cute again, and even would called my name in class once just to say hi.

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