Fallin, yes I am fallin...

When I said I'd go to a choir concert last week I didn't know it would end in meeting the love of my life and spending ridiculous amounts of time thinking about her. But ah. It sure did.

I seem to have a lot of friends in choir. I'm not sure why, but it's true. Either they were in choir when they were in high school or they are in choir now, but either way choir is involved in the mix somehow. I myself was in band, but I didn't make a lot of friends there. Band people are weird. But at least they're better than Orchestra people. Now those guys are WEIRD.

Kidding, kidding. I do have some band geek friends and a few orchdork friends and they're just awesome. There are a few stereotypical super-nerd types that are quite simply, constantly annoying the crap out of me, but you will find those in any organization. Be it band, orchestra, chess club, or pokemon club. They all have them. My sister is in band and plays the Tenor Sax, and she's the most awesome person I know.

Anyway, the point of this rambling here is I ended up going to a Choir/Band concert with an American freedom type theme on Saturday. My sister was playing in the band and since I was already there, I was going to give her a ride home. But she and her little friends wanted to go to Iceburg to celebrate whatever so I came along. I sat down at the table and stared at my cell phone while my sister waited in line for me.

Now with me it's not too uncommon for someone completely random that I can't remember ever seeing in my life recognizing me and coming up to say hi to me. I'm not sure why, because I don't usually label myself as being one of those popular kids, but somehow everybody in the flippin world knows me. And I know about 20% of these people. It's not a bad thing, I do like attention. So when people come up to me that I don't really recognize my natural reaction is to say "Oh hi! How are you!" instead of "So who are you?" since I don't want to embarrass myself or the other person.

So when this girl came up to me and said Hi Collin! I didn't hesitate but to say "Well hello, how are you?" And I hardly looked up from my cell phone. But then when I saw her out of the corner of my eye and realized she was attractive, I looked up. It took me a couple seconds to realize that she was someone that I talked to every day in school for 2 years. Duh. She was cute back then, but the girl standing in front of me was nothing short of gorgeous. Of the drop dead type. She had cut and dyed her hair kind of a brownish color, but other than that nothing much had changed about her appearance. In the few seconds that I hesitated while all this was going through my mind she said "Did you forget who I am?" And I said "Oh wow, no! I didn't recognize you at first!" So we talked for a minute and eventually she had to go. Short and simple conversation about old times and what-not. But for some reason I can't get her out of my mind.

So now it's 4 days later and I'm still thinking about her. I haven't had this reaction to a girl in like a year, and in fact I've been so bitter and hardened by the year before that I haven't really even brought myself to like a girl. But with this girl.. If at any time I wanted to use that cliché "love at first sight", this would be it. I guess it wasn't really first sight, and i've actually known her for years, but it feels like first sight. She was always a cute girl, but she never had quite this effect on me. Wow. If I wasn't so awestruck I probably would have had the sense to say something like "Hey we should hang out some time" and given her my phone number, but at that moment I was too busy sitting there with my jaw sitting completely open and a vacant expression on my face.

It's probably for the best that I don't talk to her again, since I am going on a mission in.. 2 months from Saturday.. but just wow. I had to say something to someone. And I figured that saying everything to anyone who would listen would be the best way to go about it.

Since this girl has actually read my blog before and there is a slight chance she could be reading, I probably shouldn't post this. But I think I'm going to anyway.

So if you see me staring off into space, chances are my thoughts are somehow connected to her.
And if they're not, then it's probably Guitar Hero or Pokémon.
But the first one sounds better.

A few items of business

Number one:

GOOGLE, WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME?''I have been getting this error about every other time I click on something on Blogger today. Ridiculous. Fortunately, it is not a permanent error and I haven't yet lost hope.

Number two:
A tragic story involving me and a piece of what would normally be called "Gum".

As many of you may know, I hate onions. Much many hates go to the onions from my soul. I hate their Body Odor that enters my face and fills my brain, I hate their taste that similarly enters my face and permeates my soul with evil, and I also hate their taste and smell of death that generally lingers for many hours after an encounter with them.
Now today I ate some gum. Harmless, it seemed at the time. Just some normal Fruity gum. In fact, I'll get a picture.

There it is. Trident Splash: Citrus with Blackberry. Anyway, I chewed this gum, naively thinking that it would fill my life with happiness. Boy was I wrong. About five minutes into chewing this gum I could tell that something was wrong. My mouth was no longer filled with a pleasant Blackberry taste. No, this taste was something completely different.
But I kept chewing. And it only got worse.
Not much later, I put my finger on the taste of this gum. This is ONION gum, I thought to myself. And I was not exaggerating. My life is now full of misery and woe, and it's all because of this gum.
The onion taste is still in my mouth. It's inexplicably unmistakable. And it's strong. The gum is now sitting on the top of my gum tower, mocking me.
Don't ever buy this stupid gum. Ever.
KTHXBAI

Item number three:
My friend Taylor bought this mustache for a thing in a choir concert and we were playing with it, and he suddenly broke out in song.
I usually don't condone (c)rap music, but in this case I made an exception/remix.

Take another picture with my clickclickclickclick camera...

There is a creepy black cat staring at me through my window. And he's huge. I don't know what he wants.

If I had a camera, I'd take a picture. Ooh, I'll draw it.

I'm not a graphic artist. I can hardly tell what it is. Ok it's not "Realism", it's impressionism. No, Abstract. And it's amazing. Get over it.

Cellular

So I just lost my cell phone. I don't know where I lost it, but the point is, I don't have it. I have no idea how many hundreds of texts I'm missing. I've never lost a cell phone before. I've broken like ten, but never lost one. I think someone must have taken it. I'm so mad. I'm pretty depressed about it. Every 20 seconds I have an urge to text someone and I can't. I think I might die.

There have been a few times that I didn't have a cell phone in my life. The first obvious stretch of time was from 0-15. I got my first cell phone at 15. And then I stopped paying for it and didn't have a phone for almost a year. Which was very traumatic for the first few months. Then I got a new phone and I had that one for a long time, and then I sort of chose to give it up. That wasn't as bad, at least I knew it was coming. I kind of disconnected my phone out of spite because I was angry at the general population. I think that was 11th grade. Then I got another new phone, a crappy prepaid one, that is currently in my sister's possesion. I like the service on it. I eventually bought a new phone off my friend, which was easily the best phone I've ever had. It's small, but big enough, and very thin. And, it has all my contacts. AND now it's gone forever. Grr. I looked around on the internet and the best price I could find for one was 150. And I sure as heck ain't paying that much for a new one. So I guess I'll be stuck with a crappy phone until I leave on my mission. I just want one soon. :(

Not yet insomniatic

Well the last 3 weeks on Sunday night I wrote entries on how I couldn't sleep. This week I tried something different and didn't take a 50 hour nap during the day. I know it sounds crazy, but it just might work. So here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna go play one game of My Name Is Jonas on Guitar Hero III, then I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll tell you how it goes. Both the sleeping and the Jonas. Ta ta!

Update: I accidentally booted up Guitar Hero II first, so I played Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas; which is one of my favorite songs out of any of the Guitar Hero games. I just can't get more than 90% on that stupid song!! I always get 89 or 90 and 4 stars. I can't get any more than that. But then I loaded up GH3 and played My Name is Jonas, which is by Weezer. And I got 97%, which is quite possibly the highest I've ever gotten, or tied for the top score I've ever gotten. And this is with a hurt finger (which is a story I will tell later). And I tried playing it 2 more times, but I got 91% and 93%. I guess I can only play it good one time a night. Meh. Well, I'm going to try and sleep now, but you might be hearing from me again if I can't. Ta ta again!