It seems it has been a while since my last blog post. That's the summer for ya.
Yesterday a 15 year old asked me for my phone number. To party, up here. HAHAHA. He asked me if I partied, and I replied "Not up here much, there's no one to party with," (I didn't mention that I don't party at home either, lol)...at which point he asked for my number. He was very proud of the fact that his parents owned the trailer park down the road. When he asked why I wouldn't give him my phone number, I laughed and said, "Cuz you're FIFTEEN!" I wish guys MY age would ask for my phone number. THEN we'd be getting somewhere.
The campfire on Thursday was lottsa fun. Can't get any better than watching cute guys play guitar and sing good songs :o) My evil plan to talk it up with them the next day failed, however...they never came in to get their usual 6 cups of coffee! WTF. Every other day of the week they had come in. Then after the campfire, NOTHING. grr. I shall have to wait until next year :P At least the one kept looking over at us while he played. tee hee.
12 days till move-in. *freaks out* However...my pink laptop is treating me well. My super-sore body from waterskiing/attempting to wakeboard, is not treating me so well. Apparently I'm out of shape. It's time to get back on the bike.
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Age is just a number Joanna, you should've gone for it. It's only illegal if you sleep with him, lol. I'm just joking. I was going to say joshing but who actual says that? WHO??
They were probably really hung over and couldn't stand the smell of coffee and that's why they didn't come in.
University is looming. I'm freaking. Kinda. AH. I miss you!
by the way, the guitar guys checked out the day after the campfire. Hence the lack of coffee.
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