instant karma oh my god.. its like im living fucking chasing amy.. because i watched it with that kid..and karma likes to bite like that.. to quote my favorite shirt..bad grammar and all.. "things are getting funny these day" so for two weeks ive been in class..and the first day i gravitated towards this one chick..cause she seemed cool and harmless..and i hate not connecting with anyone in a studio class im going to spend half my waking life in.. and so the second day it clicked in my head as she told me her name again..hey.. thats my boyfriends x-chicks name.. weird. and i knew she went to my school.. but common. its a big school..sorta. and theres a bunch of studio painting classes... but when it clicked i knew i was right.. so i asked the boy that night.. hey.. your xchick..did she look like this.. *insert explanation* boy blinks a little.. "she looked like a viking girl" .. err.. so the boys a little eccentric. or maybe his definition of viking is differnt than mine..who knows.. i digress. fast forward a few days.. me still convinced its her.. still talking to her in class.. trying to gather information..and its friday and she follows me into the bathroom while i wash some brushes and we talk..and she sees my watch..in all its pink plastic powerpuff girl glory.. she tells me how much she loves it.. hrm. the boys x has a powerpuffgirls backpack.. so we talk and she shows me pictures in her notebook and glittery kitten stickers that i have too..and she tells me about all her powerpuff stuff..and mentions the backpack.. so now im sure its her. so sure. so i go home and tell the boy more..and hes so unclear.. i wonder what he'll remeber about me someday..and we look her name up online..and shes got a page..everyone does..and we see it..and its just text..but words speak loud..and i know its her..and so does he. and i tell him how weird that is..that i befriended her out of anyone in the class..and how its her..and they had sex..and i have to see her. and shes not my type. its like imagining your parents having sex.. i dont know why.. it just is. your boyfriend is yours..and you know he or she had sex with other people.. thats a given. but usually you dont see those people everyday.. so its weird to me.. and the boy says.. as if hes asking for a beating.. "are you jealous" yeah. thats it. you got it all figured out. i sleep with you everynight.. i turn you down for sex alot..and im jealous that you went out with xchick for a month. sometimes he just has no clue. so now its sunday.. and im at my moms..and the boys at our apartment..and we're all online.. cause we're all a bunch of geeks.. and since instant karma rules my life it knows what i did the other day..it knows i deserve some taste of torture.. and so xchick randomly messages the boy..they havent talked in months..months. thats odd in itself.. but he doesnt see it. he doesnt find it odd? do i think too much? nah. so theyre talking..and of course she asks if his girl still goes to our art school..and he tells her yes.. and hes telling me what shes saying at the same time..and look what my favorite technology is doing to me! so he tells her my name..and unless shes as dense as he is shell see right through to who i am. and she does..and she asks more questions.. specific questions..she must listen when i talk. and my little secret is out. i couldnt just be the one who knew.. who knew who she was but remained just another paint covered face to her. no. nothings that simple. so he sends her my picture.. or leads her to one out there in outerspace..then he lays on the chasing amy-esque line...at the harshly real ending when he thinks up the solution to it all.. jokingly but so fitting none the less he says to me. me: do whatever you want boy: ok, ill send y our picture then me: thats so you. boy: ands then ill tell her that you told me you think shes in your class boy: and then ill say that its destiny for us to all meet like this boy: and we should have a three way boy: with lots of mesculin me: fuck that me: shes sooo not my type. hah. and she goes on to figure it out. she knows..she knows..and why am i so weirded out by this? and she thinks im nice..and the boy tells me to be kind..because she thinks im nice. and i will be sweet because i am. no help from him. but i hope wednesday never comes because awkward moments last the longest. even if i deserve them. |