Well, since you asked…
College has been…one hell of a whole new experinece for me. For one thing, it’s not home. And that’s a good thing. I was bored of everything, I was angry because I felt I was being held back from my future, and I was depressed. 'Cause I had no significant other in my life. I’ve had no real girlfriend to speak of (angst, lament, boo hoo, woe is me, FUCK THAT!). That was only a slight problem, 'cause I’ve learned to live with it, yeah? Every girl I tried to get with always either faltered out or came to a screeching halt. So bah.
Well, back to college. Life goes on anew, and then that life goes normally. I wasn’t bored. I felt I was using my potential. And I was still looking for that significant other. There were a number of women-friends I made who I couldn’ve gotten to know, but didn’t want to rush, yeah? Well… The Southerners (Our Infamous Marching Band. Whole 'nother bragging rights story) have this tradition where we all hold arms and sing “I’ll Fly Away” and lean back and shout the part “IN THE MORRRNINGGG!”. You’d have to be there to appreciate it. Well, we dismissed quite suddenly one day, and I was looking for a arm-partner. I saw this flute player who I had my eye on just a bit, so we held arms and sang n’shit, except she had one HELL of a voice, I’ll tell you that. Well, I started to get interested, to say the least.
Fast fowarding quite a lot past other details which would take too much time and wouldn’t quite catch the majority of ya’lls interest, I’ll skip to about…this time last month
Over this time, we’ve gotten to be REALLY good friends. We had so much shit in common and knew some of the rarest stuff. (She knows who the Butthole Surfers are, she’s down with Metallica, she reads TERRY PRACHETT! TERRY PRACHETT!!! etc.) During this time, I really started to fall in love. Not infatuation, but love a.k.a. >>I actually saw a thread of hope for the humanity of all living females/That there was a decent woman walking the face of the earth<< Well, that day during Jazz Practice, the director of bands came in and said that practice was canceled that evening and to spread the word. So you know what I was thinking. I went down to her dorm, and left a note (she was out of town), and left my number in case she wanted to call (which was THE most crucial thing I did) and went back to my room. Hour later, she called, we talked. Then there was the ever dreaded dramatic pause of emptyness where nothing but interesting and useful time drains. I had THAT happen WAY too many times. So I braved the gap. “So…what’re you doing later on tonight?” “Nothing really”. “Want to come over?” “And do what, dude? Not to be mean, but you ain’t got SHIT in your room” “AH…gotta point”. “You…wanna come over?” “Sure. Be there in a minute” “kthnxbai” click
Or that’s how it kinda was… Anyways, I came over and brung over some CD’s n’shit. We sat on her computer chair and just listened to music and this and that (ICP mostly, if you’re interested) Afterwards, I put in the latest CD I burnt (Had a bunch of Pillows stuff in it, and a couple of renditions of “Phantom of the Opera.” I put that in there 'cause that’s our show opener) Well, she opened up her big-assed book of Mythology. Had some egyption stuff, celtic, and my favorite, NORSE! So we spent a good hour or so just looking through a Norse mythology book, talking about swords n’shit, and saying how cool it would be to be Thor and everytime you farted you shot lightening out of your arse. …ok that was my idea, BUT SHE LAUGHEd!!!
Getting back on track, I got up, and she started tickling me. Well, afterwards we started wrestling. Well, after about…I dunno…five…ten minutes, I had her pinned for the count. Then I started laughing…fast foward through this bit, that’s private.
Then at midnight, we said goodnight, knowing a great deal more about eachother and actually letting eachother know how we felt about the other. That, was the happiest I’ve ever felt. And I hardly ever feel happy, just satisfied. The rest of the week was like that. Friday, we went out as friends to a restraunt and just hanging around at the mall. No dating thing. Reason being, she had been seperated from this guy for two months now 'cause her Ex wouldn’t leave her alone, and he started to get suspicious. Lack of trust, really, everyone knows. He just needed “time to heal” >_< Well, when she came back to her room that night (I didn’t know until the next day, we had Exhibition in Harrolson Co. GA), that her ex called, and basically shat a brick over it. He started saying shit like “I want you out of my life forever”. She didn’t want that, because she doesn’t want anyone out of her life forever, even her ex. (No, not in that way, I know what you’re thinking about). Well, he started getting demanding like "If you still want to be with me, you have to ditch this other guy i.e. - me for good. No talking, no looking, no mentioning, blah) She was REALLY depressed about this, so was I.
fastfowarding some more
Now for a summary, I learned he’s a forensic scientsist/psycology major with a knack to put both to good use. He’s also a martial arts EXPERT (i’ve heard from many people about his skillz), swords master, and all this deadly shit (no gun skills, thankfully…) and that he BETTER not meet me. The girl said that I should avoid any kind of confrontation because it would end ‘badly’. I later learned that this meant he might try and kill me on the spot. With me being 18 and her 21, this doesn’t improve matters in his eyes. (fuck that, I belive age is no factor, to an extent) Frankly, I would like to see him try. If I go down, she’ll know who did it. Besides, I need to get my ass kicked. I need to learn what it’s like again.
Now the situation is, me and the girl are actually a LOT closer than what we were a month ago, we e-mail eachother constantly keeping in touch, and from the advice I asked from my friends, things might work out. She’s been asking advice and getting more or less same and/or different things. I told her, “I love you, but if you want to put some sort of finality behind this, you need to communicate more rather than having all this shit dangle above you. Either continue, or end it.”, and that’s the plan thus far. She feels she needs to at least “try” to say she did. If it doesn’t work out, she’ll have me, which I told her so. That made her feel better. That, and the death threats have slowed down to a halt.
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…ok, I bet all of that did NOT make a lick of sense. I know there’s a lot of crucial detail which I forgot to put it, but perhaps that’ll explain why>>>
I faced a great “time of change” around this time last month. I call it the end of the “Age of Innocence”. I learned that there is still hope for humanity of the female race, and that now because I know this, I have a depressant psychological mexican ninja after my head.
So there.
But, instead of saying intergalactic space monkeys visited you, you should’ve said Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, then Mr. Poon would’ve been all, “oh sh!tt dawg, that’s a Bowie album!! You r teh rawk. A+”