July 18, 2000 — When forgotten crushes attack

This ought to be a long one.

So to begin, my dad drove today, which means being more or less the first person at work. 6:55AM, baby. I actually kinda had stuff to do today, which was alright. Killed time, went rollerblading at lunch, programmed and reprogrammed countless ASP files, that sort of thing.

After work, my dad drove me to the surplus computer place I'd picked out a cheap computer for work at. The guy there was actually pretty cool; he took biochemistry in university too, and ended up giving me a deal. I got a decent computer with a decent monitor for $600 after tax and everything. It'll make a nice companion for the iMac.

After getting home, I briefly killed time biking around Richmond and then drove to North Gower to meet up with Dave and watch Jess Gilmore's soccer game before heading to the birthday bash at her house. It was actually pretty fun. I can still see the grass imprints in my hands from sitting down for so long. Dave and Emily shouted a lot and made weird noises; I figured I'd stick to sitting quietly.

Dave later quizzed me about The Girl I Used To Like, having been given the "dirt" by Alex. This was back in grade 11, mind you, so I'm well beyond the point of being embarassed about it. Life would just be easier if she didn't find out until at least everyone's left for university (or if she didn't find out at all, for that matter) so that I won't be forced to akwardly pretend I'm not humiliated by the notion of her knowing. She was the last person I liked because of reasons other than silly infatuation; I actually thought she was a really cool person. (I don't know if you've noticed, but I think my vocabulary descends to that of a two year old when I try to explain nonsense like this.) Anyways, I've long since given up on being anything more than someone's acquaintance, so it doesn't much matter. But back in the day and all...

After the soccer game, Dave drove with me to Jess' house so he could give me directions on the way. I didn't hit a tree despite my 100% record of tree-hitting while driving in the Metcalfe area.

I didn't stay very long at Jess' house. It was all too noisy and there were too many people and I felt terribly awkward. I gave Jess a Saves the Day pin (big-ticket item) since she had lent me one of their CDs, and then I called it a night.

I was asked many times how my summer is going, and I just tend to tell the story about my doing the Bran Van 3000 Web site and whatnot, so that I don't actually have to say anything at all. Truth is, despite being interesting as far as work goes (come August, anyways), life is so very boring right now. All I have to look forward to are quitting my job and then, finally, going to university and hope things work out alright. No shows, no trips, nothing. But if my memory serves me correctly, it's Virgin Suicides week at the Mayfair. Whoo. Fuck, I'm cool.

I suspect that I won't see many of the people I briefly saw tonight before everyone leaves for university. Unless I end up being invited to one of those end-of-summer party-type thingies I keep hearing so much about. But I won't hold my breath and likely wouldn't be able to stay much longer than I can hold my breath anyways, were I to go.

Oh, and Nathan made fun of me for going to see Scary Movie with my dad. Bastard.

I need to setup a little voting thing at the end of each journal so people can vote on how nonsensical it is. I think this one would be up there with the best.