May 11, 2010

So it's been about a week since my run-in with her. Not too much has happened since then, much to my distress. I think the song that most describes my mood right now could be "I don't want to miss a thing" by Aerosmith, but that's up for debate of course. :(

It really gets me, the way she acts, because after that day everything went back to normal. I mean, you'd expect that when I hold the door open for her or walk past her in the hallway, she'd at least acknowledge my presence or say hello. This small-town high school has what, less than three hundred people in it? I mean, you really have to go out of your way to ignore somebody like that.

But enough Charlie talk - I'm getting a little sick of it. Sick of her...

My dad!

Christ, that guy can hold a grudge for the longest fucking time!

"Get a job, Maxine." He says "When are you going to get a job? Maxine, why don't you have a job? Maxine! Maxiiiiinnnneeeee!"

I quit working as a bag-person or whatever at the grocery store a couple weeks ago (it was boring, ugh!)  So now there's about 50 dollars less in the money pool for his bi-weekly poker games with the only two friends he's ever had since beginning (and soon thereafter, inevitably discontinuing) his own personal social life. And now he's all ticked at me for it.

My bad. Bagging some gross old lady's wheat bread and skim milk all day wasn't really working out for me. I think its dead-end, mindless jobs like bagging groceries that can turn people into zombies. It's true. I've seen it.

But Charlie.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. She's on my mind lately. Jumping around, smashing pots, pans, and noisemakers against the sides of my skull day in and day out. Not to sound like some creeper, though. But damn, sometimes you can't help but think about a girl you know? I'm not getting soft or anything. I'm just a very focused individual with some badass tunnel vision for the task at hand. I've still got my eyes on the prize, baby.

-Max

May 5, 2010

Trailed her to some super secret hangout today. I thought I was finally going on some awesome covert operation type mission, but turns out she was just headed to Mr. Cock Blocker's house a couple blocks down from our neighborhood. I thought about hanging around the window, but I honestly didn't care to stick around for the sound effects.

The funny thing is, as she walked out the door this morning (We leave for the bus stop at relatively the same time. Yes, a coincidence. ) I remember her yelling to her mother about soccer practice after school. Now, I'd expected to be at the field today, and instead I'm lurking in the bushes on the other side of the street, facing enemy base camp. I wonder what her mother would say.

If I knew following someone would be so goddamn boring, I might've done something far more interesting than this today. Like maybe jump off a bridge. Truth is, people aren't really that interesting. What do we do but the same thing we've done every day? We're creatures of repetition, making little variations in our daily lives every now and then that act as a pinch to let us know we're still alive. We make up amazing adventures and scenarios in our minds so we don't feel so dead. We tell ourselves that everything is more interesting and a lot more deep and meaningful than it actually is.

Fabrications, I say. Life is boring; although occupied with the occasional breathtaking moments that we'll remember for the rest of our lives, the rest is full of shit, piss, tears, and work, work, work. I could have at least filled some time with video games. Instead I wasted an hour hiding out on the dirt behind a tree until that little jerk came back out.

There's no real reason why I still decided to stay. But I'm glad I did, because what happened next - well, let's say it was one of those kinds of moments I mentioned. One that won't soon be forgotten.

So there she was, bra strap hanging off her shoulder and peeking just below the cuff of her short sleeve. No more lipstick, and her hair was definitely in a different style than it had been before she'd arrived. It was getting pretty dark - I'm guessing it was around dinner time, so about 6 O'clock. I have no idea how long I was just sitting there. I must've fallen asleep listening to some Poke'mon theme song after discovering my precious Gameboy in the folds of my bookbag, because instead of being propped up all nice and hidden behind the leaves, I was somehow lying horizontally on the ground. Out in the open, like a passed out hobo.

Thinking back, I shudder at the thought of some kind of bug crawling up my ear...but I guess thats another topic entirely. :(

Next thing I know, I see her standing over me. I swear to God she seems an angel what with the dim sunlight shining behind her big face and all, yellow messed up hair falling over her eyes and everything. To anyone else, she'd look a hot, raggedy mess. In that moment though, as I looked through bleary, foggy eyesight, she was pretty goddamn beautiful.

She'd asked me if I was okay, and I played it off, acting like I was some drunk creeper who'd happened to take nap in the bushes. To my surprise, I guess it must have worked in some way, because she laughed. Her laugh was pretty cute, okay, I'll admit. She didn't help me up  or anything, but I didn't need help then. I'd just stood up, smiled and introduced myself.

Okay, so she already knows me. We've only been classmates this entire school year. Shuttup, Captain Obvious.

There was no real conversation, but she did compliment me on my old, beat up red canvas shoes before saying she had to go home. I played it cool, you know. Acted like I wasn't watching her thighs switch beneath her dress as she walked when she looked back. I think I pulled it off.

Either way, I'm definitely wearing these shoes tomorrow.

-Max

May 3, 2010

So this is pretty much how my conversation with Charlie turned out to be:

Yup instead of wasting our time having a real conversation at the coffee shop, we took a nice detour and crashed at my place instead. It was nice. No one, and I swear it on my hamster's grave, No One can pull off yellow and pink polka-dotted lingerie like Charlie can. Oh man.

We made sweet love down by the fire.

Ahh, not really. And it's a damn shame too. :( 

You see, as I took my leave from the glossy green booth seat by the window, empowered by what I'd thought was a valid sign that it was a good time to proceed with my actions - dude - this giant jock-type, cleft-chinned, Mick Jagger-looking asshole comes right up in front of me and sits directly in the seat I was headed for. We're not talking the seat that happened to be next to it, or one that should have been across the room - no, this is a seat that I'd had to calculate how many steps it would take me to get to. It was right beside Charlie. And he sits in it!

Now excuse me for getting rant-happy, but if there was a good time to use the word, it's now. This is Prime Example A of your genuine cock blocker. So from now on? I'm giving this guy a new name. Mr. Cock Blocker.

What a douche.

After making a quick and embarrassing swerve of a detour away from their table ( And I just know, Mr. C gave me the stink eye ) I headed home. An entire day's worth of work and what do I get? Well, it certainly isn't Happy Time.

I think some serious music therapy will be needed to get me out of this rut of anger. I'm thinking heavy metal or... Go-Go

-Max

May 02, 2010

Ohh yeah.. Stakeout at the cafe.

So here I am. Starbucks, with a cheap Vanilla Frappuccino in hand, and the day as amazingly bright and sunny as ever. The rays are so blinding I can see my tan skin peeling and rolling back as we speak. The only thing good about this little coffee shop?

Well I'll give you a hint: It's definitely not the overpriced, dreadfully sweetened beverages they sell with syrup, caramel, and other random condiments (+ whipped cream?) all over it. And it's not the quirky part-time cashier college chick near the door either. And the green accents on every piece of furniture in here? It's not that either.

No, it's the free wi-fi.

I mean, I'm as much against paying 5 bucks for some drink sprinkled in chocolate, but I'd be the first to buy it if it means I get to sit here on the Internet as long as I'm slowly sipping it away.

The only reason I didn't go to good ol' MickeyDee's is because Charlie isn't there. She's here. I don't think she's noticed me just yet. I let things cool for the last couple days because I guess she saw me staring at her window when I got home Friday. Hey, the blinds were closed! I had to do something to try to get them open, and my Jedi mind powers were the only thing I had to fall back on! So sue me.

I didn't get a hello either, but that's fine. Maybe I'll talk to her...tomorrow? Geeze, I don't know. Maybe I need a sign....

A butterfly outside my my window. Okay, not half bad. You've got a point little butterfly.

I've got to get things out of the way anyways. If I want to get in this chick's skinny jeans by the end of the year, there's no point in waiting any longer. It's not like I'm waiting for prom or anything.

Am I?

Nahh, I want to get a lil' , not scar her for the rest of her life. Prom night's the night for all the little girls in their pink, frilly dresses. Getting a one night stand - while probably not as uncommon as I'm suggesting - isn't exactly how someone wants to end an event like that. Let someone else do it, I guess.

Well what am I waiting for! I'll check you later....blog.

I've got a Charlie to talk to.

-Max