February 06, 2002 :: 12:15 a.m.
a letter to my stalkers
Ah, what a night. I had a wonderful time with Adam - we didn't do anything special, but it was just really great to be with him. His roommate was gone for a while after I got there, and believe you me, we took full advantage of that alone time. My raging hormones have been placated, for now. We got dinner in the dining hall (a first for me), and I met some of his friends, all of whom appear to be female. Now... this doesn't
bother me, per se, but it is a tad disconcerting. I mean, I fully trust him and all, but deep down inside (well, not necessarily so deep) I'm a very jealous, suspicious, possessive person. And I don't have too many female friends, because I find most of them to be completely vapid and intolerable. So that freaked me out a little bit, but it's really none of my business, I suppose. He let me borrow his GameCube, which means I get to play SSX Tricky until my fingers fall off. Huzzah! I also got a box of rock candy crystals out of the deal, so I'm a happy camper. I swear they're really crack crystals, though. I can't stop eating them.
I can't think of much else to write about, because I'm not annoyed or irritated or mad about anything. This is a rare occasion, indeed. Usually I've got lots of things to prattle on about, but right now I'm just all warm and fuzzy and buzzed on love. Yeah, I know, how corny. But it's true. I think I'm just going to get a bowl of grapes or carrots and settle in with a book. I'm reading Women of the Silk again, and enjoying it immensely. There are a few books that I just never seem to get sick of. Examples: Memoirs of a Geisha, Sabriel and Lirael (the sequel), The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I'd like to tackle that last one again, but I've got The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide and it's definitely a project.
Oh. Speaking of Creed (which I wasn't), I think they're stalking me. Adam and I went to Wal-Mart tonight, and I think My Sacrifice played about five times. So, in true Weetabix fashion, I'm going to write them a little note.
Dear Creed,
Please stop following me. I know I'm pretty hard to resist, but your freakish omnipresence is inexcusable. At first I appreciated the attention - the flowers, the candy, the skimpy lingerie - but now you're beginning to try my patience. You've got to get over me, boys. Enough is enough.
(not) yours,
Amanda
P.S. Scott, the reason I won't go out with you is because you look like a basset hound. And I don't dig the whole god-related tattoo thing. So stop asking me, please.
back & forth
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