the job that wouldn't die... 6/20/2001
So, two years ago, I was a camp counselor. It sucked. Not that I didn't like the kids. I did. They were cool. Well, they were as cool as one can be in middle school. They amused me. We'll put it that way. Anyway, they got ahold of my screen name (2 of them are related to the people who ran the camp, who have my email address...) and for a while they were all messaging me all the time. It was a little frustrating. None of them seemed to understand the concept of an away message. Anyway, 2 years later, only 2 of them ever message me, and it's pretty infrequent. One of them is now drunk, so he comes to me for advice.
Kiddie: oh guess what

Me: what?

Me: chicken butt?

Kiddie: i had to much to drink hehe that ryhmes

Me: hmm

Me: where were you drinking?

Kiddie: well i had 2 kahula skrews and 3 tequilas

Me: 3 shots?

Kiddie: yeah hehe

Me: oh dear

Kiddie: im so happy haha thats fubnny

Me: you sound happy

Kiddie: ppphhhh this is to cool

Me: are you at a party?

Kiddie: i was yeah haha

Kiddie: is there anything that gets rid of the effect that im feeling now other than mroe drink

Me: what effect?

Me: are you not feeling well?

Kiddie: the sudden blackouts and the stomach aches and headache

Me: oh dear

Me: yes

Me: drink water

Me: lots of water

Me: and eat bread

Kiddie: why?

Me: Because it will make you feel better. (hopefully)

Kiddie: good good i like thta

Kiddie: good idea

Me: otherwise, you just have to wait until (if) you throw up

Kiddie: oh thats not good

Me: no

Kiddie: wait new problem

Kiddie: why is everything like spinning

Me: umm...you're drunk

Me: that's why

Kiddie: oh got it

Me: the spinning is what makes you throw up, dear

Kiddie: oh i see now uh oh

Me: you ok?

Kiddie: kinda

Me: drink some water

Kiddie: okay

*sigh*

In better news, I got some freelance work today. *yay* I get $25/hr, which is pretty exciting.

you're a nice guy? I doubt it... 2/19/2001
I am getting just a bit tired of all these guys bitching to me that they can't find a girl when this campus is, what, 70% female. They all say the same damn thing, too. "Girls just don't go for nice guys like me."
Let me tell you a little something about nice guys. Nice guys do not ask you about your boyfriend and then ask you to come over and "see what happens." Nice guys do not try to pick girls up at parties by telling them about the time they almost died of alcohol poisoning. Nice guys do not write obsessive love sonnets about girls they've never talked to. Nice guys don't ask you to come over to pose nude. Nice guys do not tell you that you should feel free to explore your emotions with them after you tell them you're not interested. Nice guys can take no for an answer, and, yes, they frequently do. EVERYONE gets rejected once in a while, even that perfect girl you've had on a pedestal for the last 3 months.

Yes, girls want nice guys who love to cuddle and appreciate the beauty of a woman in jeans and an old teeshirt, but they don't want guys who think this is their best character trait. They don't want to be the focal point of your life, especially if they don't know you. Yes, they want someone who listens, but not someone who expects credit for listening. They appreciate someone who can make them feel pretty more than someone who tells them they are. They don't want to be put on a pedestal. They want to be appreciated for who they are. This is (admittedly) very different from your inflated view of her, but that is how she wants to be loved. She will not save you from your desperation. In fact, it's driving her away...

*sigh*