OK, here is what I have been up to. For the past two weeks, I have been going to Starbucks. I don’t have anyone planned to come with me, I just go there and talk to people. I have met some of the strangest people there. One guy blew off his left hand with a pipe bomb and the other people seem to be drug addicts.
I met a rather large (not super fat but has a big ass), South African girl (yes, she is white) there who goes to the local community college. I have talked to her a few times but she is obviously not interested. I have talked to a few guys including one that graduated a year before I did when I went to Jesuit. He seems to be the most interesting person so far. One guy (the one who blew his hand off – named Andy), asked a stoned girl with black hair if I looked like a person who would shoot up a school and she said yes. That kind of hurt my feelings. I really don’t get it. A lot of people in my high school thought I would shoot it up. Also, there are some in my college who thinks that I would/will do the same thing. This is very strange.
I talked to some tall young blonde chick yesterday who has a retarded cat because a brother and sister cat had incest and had a litter of retarded kittens. This one likes to play with lit candles and he gets burned all the time. He also runs around in circles and chases his tail but looks like a normal cat. She really didn’t want to talk to me but talked to some younger guy who didn’t give two shits about her. She is dating some guy though. I wonder why she comes to Starbucks alone though – strange. It took me awhile to get her attention though for her to talk to me. She has 7 cats and her name is Elizabeth. Nice ass too but certainly not for me. When I talked to her she kept looking away or down. She did not want to make eye contact for some reason or another. However, she did take a look at me a few times which is why I tried to talk to her in the first place. I caught her staring me over but she would just stare away. She is either too shy or not interested. The boyfriend thing doesn’t really matter to me – I would still jump her bones and kill the boyfriend if it came down to it.
They have parties every night but so far I haven’t been invited to any yet. Perhaps if I get to know the group better, they will invite me. I am the outlander of the group as of now. I believe the group is made up of around 50 people (maybe more). Different groups come on different days. They usually come at around 7 – 10 PM. I come at around 7 and leave at a little past 8 PM. If I come earlier, no one is there for me to talk to. I will see what happens tonight. Anyway, that is all for now.
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