Just one subject? This covers basically everything!

So I had a choice between Jamie Cullum and Tim McGraw. One of Tim's old songs. That I never hear (Not a Moment Too Soon). I choose Jamie (But For Now). *gasp* Unfortunatly it ended about 30 seconds later. So now it's on Tim. Anyhow.....

So here are some topics I've been meaning to write about: church from Sunday morning, the mall afterwards, an update on Peter and "Bus Guy", and butterflies. I'll start with Bus Guy. Easy story. Nothing happened since he took my hat. Not a big deal. A little flirting, no damage. He's not even that cute. lol

Next subject. Peter, I guess. So I told him off about two weeks ago on Friday. He was being an idiot and says in a very feminine, breathy voice, "Oh, yea. I remember you. What was your name? Oh, what was it?" Just being a friggin idiot. Whatever. "Vickey. My name is Vickey." "Oh, yea. Porno Victoria." "No. My name is Vickey." As I turn to walk to the bus, he says, "Please?" to which I reply, "No. My name is Vickey. Vickey or Victoria. Take your pick." and I leave the building. I figure, okay, that's it. It's dealt with. So Monday in English he asks me why I don't like that name. "Uhhh.... I'd rather NOT be associated with the adult film industry." Did I mention that I never just talk to him? I'm always doing something else, hoping that he'll get the hint that I have stuff to do. If I liked him (anymore), I'd drop what I was doing and focus solely on him. Not so. So he goes, "But, but, but, I made it." "Honestly, that doesn't mean much. My name is Vickey or Victoria. You can take your pick." "Why not Porno Victoria?" "You can call me it but I won't answer." So he took the hint, finally. He hasn't called me it. I didn't mention the poking but I think he figured it out. He's only poked me once, as I was going into school the other day. I was too tired to mention it. Whatever. In the mornings everyone hangs in "the corner". Including him. And me. I don't pay attention to him and I only stick around if Lindz is there or if I see someone else I know like Sarah or Kate. Unfortunatly for moi, Kate is his older sister. So that's a pain. But she rides my bus and he doesn't. She tried to tell me that he flirts with everyone but I don't believe it. But so long as he lays off me, I don't care who he flirts with. Guys. *rolls eyes* Most of 'em (with some exceptions, one of whom I'll get to in a minute) are morons. Including the landshark (whom I'll get to later). LOL

Okay, so next is Sunday. I'll start with church and move to the mall (since that's the order in which it happened). I was flippin'. Is Lindz gonna be there? What time does it start? Where do I go for Sunday school? AHHHHH!!!!! Who am I gonna sit with? Where am I gonna sit? A whole ton of questions along with my stomach in knots. Great. Lindz didn't come. It started at 9:15 but I was there before 9 (when I thought it started since I never did get ahold of Tom). I asked one of the gentlemen who arrived approximately when I did where the Sr. High meets. In the youth room but it was mission Sunday so we all meet in the sanctuary. I went in to the (empty) santuary and listened to the band practice while I read some of my bible. Alisha sat down in the pew behind me and we talked for a while. Timmy came in and sat down beside her and the three of us talked. Eventually it was me sitting next to Nelson (ugh!) and Timmy and Alisha moved somewhere. Nelson goes, "Tommy just walked in." I didn't move. Kept my eyes straight ahead and changed my legs. They had been crossed away from him. Now, I crossed them towards that prick (sorry) and took the side of my sneaker and scraped it down his shin. "Ow. Whaddya do that for?" "Shhh. Pay attention." and ignored him for the rest of the mission. So after the mission, we went into class where I sat next to Timmy and Alisha (I was on the corner so Alisha was around the corner and next to her was Tom). Blah blah blah. Service. Lindz still wasn't there. I sat with Timmy (who was next to Alisha). Mostly uneventful. After church, I just stood by myself for a while. Timmy left. Dillion left. Cristen left. Most people left. Alisha came over (she's the pastor's daughter, by the way) and said that I looked like I needed a friend, someone to talk to. I said thanks and we started chatting. Some girl came over. I don't know her name but I know her face. So the three of us were talking and then Tom joined us. We all wound up debating stuff like Merry Christmas versus Happy Holidays. Eventually, I had to leave. Way too early in my opinion. I promised Tom that I'd be there Wednesday. I was on a natural high for the rest of the day. (Tom and the butterflies are to be discussed later.)

So after that Dad, Joey, and I went to the mall for a few hours. We just hung out there. Had lunch and returned some stuff. I returned a CD and a VHS from my aunt. Pocketed the money but used gift certificates to buy two CD's. I got Switchfoot's CD Beautiful Letdown and Jeremy Camp's Stay. When we went home we did something. I don't know. The rest of the day is a blur. So I've covered Sunday (both church and the mall), Peter, and Bus Guy. Now, onto butterflies.

They're back! I've got the butterflies back when I conjure his image. Or his name. YAY! My heart is no longer empty, my head is full of thoughts. I still like him. I don't know why I keep getting nervous before I know I'm going to see him. Honestly, he's just another guy.

"I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." ~Notting Hill

But not exactly. "I'm just a girl, thinking about a boy, hoping he accepts me for me." That's what I want. Sorry that this is so long. Opps. My thoughts tend to be long-winded. Sorry.

So here's what I want in a guy (yes, even after saying that, I continue!): funny, cute (in my opinion), Christian, good with children, supportive, accepting, not teasing, ummmm.... I guess I want a guy that will accept who I am and will help me to become a better person. And who I love. Fully. With all my heart. Someday. Not at first sight but eventually. A guy who loves me. Just as much. I want The One for me.

Okay, enough length and enough sentimental stuff. Plus, Kim wants me to hurry up and update so, here ya are, hun. lol

Love always,
Vickey