Thursday, December 01, 2005
if i build it, they will come
Okay so first, an update on my life in verse that i'd like to call 'the most interesting two weeks ever in Vicki's life':
i am competing when something catches my eye
it's a boy and his friend trying to say hi
he hits a birdie to the other side of the net
i look again and nope, it's a boy i've never met
outside the court he approached me
i was a bit scared and wanted to flee
give me the birdie and says, "it's for you"
i read the note and think "what should I do?!?!"
i knew the boy's friend from the infamous EO
i decide to omsg chickenpoodle when work was slow
he hooks me up w/ the boy's EO domain
and then i say, "hey, what's your name?"
i walk around and see him the next night
he's w/ his friends i ran off w/ bong in a fright
i go back to see him wanting to go to HUB
i tell him i have to nuke my dinner in SUB
he comes w/ me, EDO he picks
and out he brings three pairs of chopsticks
on MSN we chat, usually at night
i give him my number and "thanks" he writes
his name is james, he hits the shuttlecock
he always called me up so we could talk
he called me (alone) to ask me to play ball
i was at wings, not close to the school at all
the day after i went to play in an event
we met up before.. what a persistent gent
i was gonna end it, right then and there
i couldn't do it, it didn't seem fair
i played my game, i lost - too bad
he called me after to see if dinner was to be had
"i should end it now," i thought in my head
"james, i don't think this will work" i said
he asked me to explain cause he wondered why
i told him it was hard to explain on the fly
i said it was the way he talked to me
all soft and ridiculously mushy
he said, thanks for telling me, i didn't know
.. clareview right? let's go to east side marios
i hesitated and said i had to go soon,
he said "my van is at stadium, parked under the moon"
i didn't know what to do, or how it came to these ends
on the LRT ride he said we could be friends
i said yes, that would be fine
he said come on, let's dine
i suggested BPs instead, and of course he said sure
i need something to fix this situation.. a cure
we ate and we talked and then came the bill
he said he'd pay, which was against my will
i forced my money on him, telling him no way
he wanted to be 'that' kind of friend, that was not okay
i said no and was adamant about it
he finally said fine and hesitantly relented
he drove me to my house where i thanked him
...i knew inside he would do anything for my any whim
i know now what must be done
this must end, but i must say it was fun
i shall be strong the next time i see james
no more of this, no more of these games
thus ends the story of my crazy two weeks
why a poem? cause if i was plural, i'd be geeks
Yes.. the next time I see him, i will tell him that it just can't happen. He talks all soft and he makes these weird faces when he talks.. not good. The ability to understand sarcasm is also a little lost on him.
The title of my blog has to do w/ something else. I am going to change this webpage. That is right.. some colours may change.. if i have enough time the layout will change as well.
I must also change the depressing subtitle haha... and maybe add a picture or two of me.. something more happy less saddy
I hope you enjoyed my poem.. i composed it surprisingly fast. I suppose it's probably not that big of a surprise.. it is pretty crappy haha.
Posted by norwegian girl at 12:18 p.m.