So apparently, I am a pseudo-celebrity on SLU's campus. This guy came into the coffee shop last night and asked if he could take my picture for a project he is working on. The project involves taking someone's picture that you have a specific relationship with and then the class has to guess what the relationship is. When the project was assigned, apparently I was the first idea to come into his mind. He then started telling people about this. Of the five people he told, three of them said that they knew me. So I guess I am popular.
Another thing that brings this up. I have a fake boyfriend. I am dating a guy named Max who I don't know. He has told a few people that we are dating. He also knows all the places that I work. So either he stalks me or I've talked to him and can't remember who he is. But I am flattered. At least the fake me is getting some love and attention.
The Postman has decided that I don't know what I want. And he has started to tell boys this. He told Asian nurse that I didn't know what I wanted and therefore must be trying not to hurt him by starting a relationship with him. I am glad that he knows me better than I know myself.
The Oscars were awesome. I was in a three way tie for first place at the Zone. The grand prize was an Ipod nano. I lost a chugging contest and received a $25 gift certificate instead. Pissed? A little. The guy cheated is what makes me most upset. He spilled the beer all over himself. But I did win and that is what makes me really happy. I kicked some Oscar ass this year. Yeah Alan Arkin.
What I want is sex. Ha. I know what I want.