Translation, my head really hurts. I have CPT syndrome along with eye strain, leading to a headache. I have been on the computer for over 3 hours now, looking for jobs and internships. Surprise, surprise, nothing out there...I am beginning to dread coming back to B.C. to open arms of homelessness and unemployment. Perhaps I should just keep travelling the world teaching English to anyone that will listen.
I have given up the futile search for today and changed my blog around. Enjoy
My dislike of technology stems from the fact that I think that computers hate me. They are out to ruin my life. Yesterday, I was cleaning out my desk and had a pile of floppy disks I was sorting through and trying to figure out what was on each of them. Well, me being completely computer moronic, accidently wrote over one of my floppy disks with the contents of another floppy disks. The disk that I had wrote over, contained about 2 years worth of writing I had been doing on my thoughts and feelings on Japan, plus some other little stories and prose that I had written. (Not many of you know that I like to write prose and poems....one of my little secrets). Well, now it is gone gone gone. I cannot find it anywhere. If anyone knows how I can retrieve it, please send me an email. It is 2 years worth of writing that I will never get back unless someone out there knows how. Boo hooooooo!!!
By popular demand I thought that I would post the email that I originally sent out about the Cute Shoe Boy in February, onto my blog. Please keep in mind that it has now been well over 3 months and he still has not called. I think there is a pretty strong indication that he is not going to call. I have also not stepped into Sports Authority in a long long time...my humiliation is a strong deterent. Oh, the joys of my life..my love life that is...the trials of involuntary relationship abstinence....joy joy..
I thought that you guys would appreciate the details of my close encounter with the cute shoe boy (CSB) with the dimples at sports authority, that I
have been eyeing for over 3 months now.
So, on Sat. my friend ,who lives about an hour away decided he wanted to come visit me and visit the shopping mall, that is the first real shopping
mall with a starbucks, we have in our ken. So, I convinced my friend Howard that we needed to go to Sports Authority so we could check out the cute boy
there, that I have a silly high school crush on. Of course I had been there Friday night checking him out too. But today I actually went into the
store, I made Howard look at shoes, but Howard is not about being subtle, he gets right to the point. To say the least Howard was not about to look at
shoes simply cause I thought the guy there was cute. He asked him how old he was, 21, just a little baby. He also not so subtley kept telling me to
give him my telephone number, but alas not ballsy enough to do it. The CSB
was quite smitten with Howard, cause you see Howard is about 6''2, African American, with diamonds in both his ears. The CSB kept saying that Howards
was very cool.
Well, I decided that I wanted to try on shoes....yeah, like I need another pair of shoes...so CSB and I got to talking, with my really bad Japanese I
found out he lives in Tonami, and he knows I teach English, bonus is that he "said, please teach me English,and I replied with teach me Japanese, and
some other things..a good reason to study Japanese. Well, while I was"trying" on shoes, Howard had gone and written out my phone number. I ended
up purchasing the shoes, (which were entirely too expensive). Justifiably, shoes are super cute and I have been eyeing the shoe
boy..er..er..I mean the shoes for a while.
Anyways, while I was paying for the shoes, Howard slipped him my phone number and discretely asked him if he had a girlfriend, well he doesn't,
good news, but bad news is that he thought the phone number was Howards until he told him. I said something really lame about exchanging language
lessons in an attempt to save what little dignity I had left at this point.
In my utter embarrassment I walk out of the store after purchasing my new orange and blue shoes, when Howard turns around and smiles at my CSB,
Howards tells me that he put the number in his pocket and gave him the thumbs up sign. A good sign...perhaps???.
So, now the ball is in the CSB's court, which is bad news cause boys are weird creatures as it is, and I never will understand them...no offense
boys. In the case of Japanese boys they are doubly weird and even more
difficult to figure out. It is very rare for a Japanese guys to be interested in foreign women...foreign being from somewhere other than Japan,
not foreign as in your sis being nuts, as you might be thinking, Nan. :). So, I am not going to hold my breath, I doubt that he will call me, but here
is to hoping. So either he calls or I never go into Sports authority again.
Things are so much easier with high school students, they declare their love for you so quickly and so loudly in the halls...alas, if only all boys were
that straighforward. "I love you Sharrin, kiss me", then I could reply well I kinda like you too and then it would all be happily ever after.
It has been so long since I have been that giggly gooey eyed teenager with a hopeless crush on an entirely far fetched guy. It felt kinda good to be
young and silly.
Okay, I thought you guys would enjoy this story, weird and wacky Char antics.
