14 March 2002
Ignorance is bliss.. right? I've been thinking on this question for about a day now, and I'm still not quite sure. What brought all this, you ask? Mainly because I found out, to my surprise, that someone had already planned to ask me to prom and when I talked to Arney about it, he said he saw it coming. When pressed further as to how he knew, he said it's all in the body language and eye contact. See, last month, he and I encountered the potential prom date asker (let's call him Ringo) at the theaters. I didn't notice at the time, but apparently Ringo kept meeting eyes with him, looking at the floor, then at the door. Subconsciously, he wanted Arney out of there; isn't that strange and v. interesting? So now it's practically inevitable: I will keep watching people's eye contact and when I see that they really don't want to talk to me, I will feel sad. But it is nice to know when to stop, right? So is ignorance bliss? Some opinions would be great on this.
Oh, hmm.. got nice story to tell but I don't know how I ought to shorten it. Okay, well Molly was driving me home because I didn't want to wait for my mom to pick me up at 3:45 (all activities had been canceled due to icy conditions) and we passed my mom while we were pretty close to my house. So Mom turned back, and as she was going up the driveway the car began to slide down our medium-steep driveway to the left toward the mailbox and me.
It was pretty frightening; I was afraid she would hit the mailbox, but luckily she managed to stop barely two feet away from the box. Well, we were now in a quandary. She couldn't accelerate up because it would just cause her to slide more; she couldn't back out for the same reason.
So what to do? I decided to call the neighbors (who have a son named Philip I haven't seen since middle school) and this guy picks up. I thought it was the dad, because the voice was pretty deep, so I was just like, "My mom is stuck on the driveway and we need some help. Could you come over?" He agreed. I met him outside and it was Philip! He looked almost the same, more mature though. Right away he said we needed to get some salt out. So we sprinkled a ton of salt everywhere for about fifteen minutes. Then she tried backing out and then driving up again and it worked! I was excessively grateful for him and so we all said thank you. Philip nodded and slid back to his house. All this time, what kept running through my mind? No, not the possibility of a huge scratch on the car. Nope, not the issue of safety. All I could think was that this is the boy who told your sister you were hot.
Oh, hmm.. got nice story to tell but I don't know how I ought to shorten it. Okay, well Molly was driving me home because I didn't want to wait for my mom to pick me up at 3:45 (all activities had been canceled due to icy conditions) and we passed my mom while we were pretty close to my house. So Mom turned back, and as she was going up the driveway the car began to slide down our medium-steep driveway to the left toward the mailbox and me.
It was pretty frightening; I was afraid she would hit the mailbox, but luckily she managed to stop barely two feet away from the box. Well, we were now in a quandary. She couldn't accelerate up because it would just cause her to slide more; she couldn't back out for the same reason.
So what to do? I decided to call the neighbors (who have a son named Philip I haven't seen since middle school) and this guy picks up. I thought it was the dad, because the voice was pretty deep, so I was just like, "My mom is stuck on the driveway and we need some help. Could you come over?" He agreed. I met him outside and it was Philip! He looked almost the same, more mature though. Right away he said we needed to get some salt out. So we sprinkled a ton of salt everywhere for about fifteen minutes. Then she tried backing out and then driving up again and it worked! I was excessively grateful for him and so we all said thank you. Philip nodded and slid back to his house. All this time, what kept running through my mind? No, not the possibility of a huge scratch on the car. Nope, not the issue of safety. All I could think was that this is the boy who told your sister you were hot.