tea for one, s'il vous plaît.

so...I can't stop smiling...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 22:41:00 -0800

Because today was awesome from the start till the end.

Firstly, he came in wearing glasses. Glasses! And he looked so effing adorable in them, and it was unexpected, and it made me melt a little because, I dunno, he’s like this big, tough, macho dude, and I would have never thought that he was wearing contact lenses this whole time.

Anyway, we were decorating still and putting up lights together for the “dance area” for the holiday party all morning. I don’t know what it is about him, but I feel like I’m more funny and witty whenever he’s around. For instance, I had black and white tape, both have different uses. When he was putting up lights I asked, “Which tape? White or black?” And he said, “White.” And I immediately said, “Racist.” And we both laughed. I am never this quick with words! Regular me would’ve just said, “Here you go.” How boring!

And then, at the end of all that lighting, he was on ladder, and I had to hand him a plug to plug into the ceiling, and he had a hard time reaching, and I said, “This is like Back to the Future.” And he started laughing, and the ladder was shaking, and he said, “Stop making me laugh!…So, I’m Doc Brown?” God, it’s so nice to make him laugh. That is like one of my simple joys in life: making some boy laugh. And real, genuine laughter, not those fake I’ll-laugh-to-be-nice laughs.

Also, whenever I reveal something about myself that he has in common with me, or he finds out that we like the same things, he smiles to himself and looks down and just fiddles with whatever he has his in hand. Like today, I said that whenever I go home after work I pretty much go straight to my bedroom, and he said, “I do that too” and then he was playing with the Christmas lights. It’s funny, how much we have in common, most of it slowly coming to light with each day we spend with each other..

More niceties…I brought the eggnog in glass bottles, and I couldn’t find the bottles (you return them and get milk cheaper without paying for the glass deposit) after people had drunk some, and he actually rooted through the trash to find the bottles for me! And then he helped me clean them. WHAT?! And then while I was cleaning the bottles, he put away my dirty cup into the dishwasher! I know how small and simple this all sounds, but little things like that just get to me.

I left work earlier to help Cat move into her new place, and while I was driving away, he was walking out, and we waved bye to each other. Then, he caught up with us at a red light. He rolled down his window, and he was telling me something funny that happened right after I left, and then he said, “Wanna race?” And right when the light turned green, I took off! And we raced to the next red light, and he was taunting me, and I was flirting back, and we laughed at each other through our rolled down windows, and it was fun, God, what a great day.

herooftheproletariat: Detecting a pattern #2 Don’t be...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:34:33 -0800

herooftheproletariat:

Detecting a pattern #2

Don’t be sad, eft! Hope this makes you happy.

eft: thekimd:donyaquixote:onebigsliceofsunshine:ihaskidgloves: I...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:32:25 -0800

eft:

thekimd:donyaquixote:onebigsliceofsunshine:ihaskidgloves:

It makes me wanna cry. I know, I know, it’s not sad at all!

2010

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 15:23:45 -0800

DAD: Complete urban annihilation...like that movie..uh, "2010".
ME: You mean, "2012". 2010 is next year.
MOM (to Dad): You scare me.

Costco, Chocolate, and The Road

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:38:31 -0800

ME: Can we get chocolate chips for the cookies I'm going to bake?
DAD: We've got chocolate chips in the cupboard.
ME: Those are old.
DAD: They found chocolate in King Tut's tomb. Still good too.
ME: They found honey...I'm not sure about the chocolate. Besides, the archeologists would not have eaten it.
DAD: I bet the guy in "The Road" would eat our chocolate chips.
ME: YOU'RE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT THE GUY IN "THE ROAD"!
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Dad's reading Cormac McCarthy's "The Road" and is constantly talking about it...

Bringing some fresh eggnog from Broguiere’s Dairy to work...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:20:00 -0800

Bringing some fresh eggnog from Broguiere’s Dairy to work tomorrow. It’s super rich and creamy, like drinking a milkshake. There’s also something nice and old-timey about eggnog or milk from a glass bottle. The dairy guys that work there are super cute.

camping

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:15:47 -0800

ME: Dad, let's take the RV out for New Year's. We don't have to camp far, we could just go to the beach.
DAD: Okay. I've got to check out the heater though. Make sure it doesn't leak carbon monoxide. Kill us in our sleep. Happy New Years, HAHAHA.

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was..."

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 12:48:39 -0800

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things only hoped for.”

- Epicurus.

Commit this to memory, Lainey.

"I don’t have any super powers. The closest thing I have is that I’m invisible to bartenders."

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 11:28:33 -0800

“I don’t have any super powers. The closest thing I have is that I’m invisible to bartenders.”

- Demetri Martin (via vinh)

HOW COULD I FORGET

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 15:02:00 -0800

OH YES, I WAS SLOSHED.

I just remembered something else that happened that I totally forgot to write about last night (probably because I was pretty drunk).

So the scootching over scene. When the first then second person between us got up and left, and he scooted over across the bench seat to sit next to me something else happened:

Across the way from us, Cat and Buster were sitting together. They’re a couple now, and a cute one at that. Makes me jealous sometimes…Anyway, Buster looks at Tom while Tom is sitting next to me, and Buster makes a motion with his arm and does the whole “yawn and put the arm over the girl’s shoulder bit” thing to Cat while looking at Tom. As if he was trying to make Tom do it? Why would Buster do that. I’m looking too much into this. I look at Tom, and that’s when he moves away. Weird. Probably doesn’t mean anything?!?!?! GUH.

the birthday

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 02:26:53 -0800

So…we didn’t talk at all at each other tonight, which is probably a good thing because I got so drunk, lol…People kept getting drinks for me, lol, and I’m not one to turn down a free drink.

He came, and he didn’t bring his girlfriend this time (yeah!), and, he didn’t say hi to me (directly). Instead, he slowly made his way around and sat down until there were two people between us, and then talked to those people until there was only one person. He looked at me, behind that one person, and smiled, and I waved at him, and he waved back. It was too loud in the room to talk anyway. And then when that one person left, he scooted over next to me, and then he shyly scooted away. It was so weird, I just ignored it and didn’t try to talk to him. I’d ruin it with my stupid mouth anyway.

We didn’t talk at all to each other, but instead we’d just smile at each other from across the way and look away. And when we were getting ready to go, he said something to me, but I couldn’t understand, it was too loud! God, what I would give just to know what he said to me.

Anyway, I had a great time with my co-workers, and I’m so glad I didn’t talk to him and say something stupid and ruin everything. These little non-verbal communications are all I can handle right now outside the workplace.

GPOYF Trying to look cute tonight for the party. Not too cute,...

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 21:03:00 -0800

GPOYF

Trying to look cute tonight for the party. Not too cute, but “outside-of-work-cute”. Does that make sense? Which is cuter than work me anyway. Will give you a tell-all about the party. G’night!

love love love,

elaine xo

"What am I doing with my life."

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:37:00 -0800

“What am I doing with my life.”

- Tom, after he annoyed me for several minutes drumming on his desk with his hands. He was drumming so hard it made both of our desks shake, and then he paused and said this. He said it so sadly, and then we both looked at each other over our computer monitors and started laughing.

This is exactly the type of humor/stuff that makes me go head over heels for him.

walk out #2

Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:07:35 -0800

He did it again!

Also, there’s a birthday party tonight, which I’m going to, for one of my co-workers. Tom asked me if I was going to go, and I said yes. I didn’t ask him if he’s going.

The girl that’s planning it went up to me and was all, “A lot of people who weren’t planning on going are going now! I need to reserve more tables…” I wondered if he was one of those people.

Anyway, he was saying to me as he was leaving, “I’ll see you tonight?” And I said, “Yeah…Goodnight.” But there’s just no way we’ll be hanging out tonight since so many people will be going now. I’m not the type that circulates around a party, and I’m not going to go the extra mile to talk to him or anything. And, just for some odd reason, I kind of want to avoid him and just have a good time with everyone there and just get him out of my head! I mean, this crush is seriously screwing me up. He told me tonight that he peers at my reflection on our windows to see what I’m looking at on my computer monitors. What a creeper! Lol, I’m slightly flattered, and kind of creeped. He just gets a kick out of teasing me in a creepy way ‘cuz he knows I get annoyed by it. I could see him in the window reflection too, but I didn’t mention that..

the "walk out"

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 20:56:39 -0800

Like I’ve mentioned before, I’m avoiding leaving work at the same time as him. I know how weird that sounds. I mean, if I like him so much, then why wouldn’t I like to spend more time with him, even if it’s us walking to our cars together? I feel like if I deny myself a wonderful moment of us just chatting as we walk to our cars together and saying goodbye, then maybe I won’t fall even more in like with him. Maybe he won’t see how much I like him. Maybe I’ll get over this stupid boy and move on.

So it’s past the closing time for us PAs, and I’m looking up stuff on the internet and calling up Best Buy to see if they have certain dvds in stock. He’s at his desk and says, “Do you think we can leave now? Does [redacted] need anything for us to do?” I say no and that he can leave, it’s cool. He asks me, “Do you need help with anything?” I say no, thanks. We both say goodnight, and he walks out with one of the animators.

I wait a couple of minutes, enough time, I think, for him to get in his car and leave already. I head out, and there he is, by his car getting ready to get in. I didn’t wait long enough. He waves and says, “Goodnight, Elaine.” God, I love it when he says my name. It just sounds nice, you know? When someone you like says your name? And I say, “Goodnight, Tom.” All day I call him by his last name, very military style. I also call him by his last name when I tease him. But I said his first name right then, and it felt nice saying it.

is it weird

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:39:30 -0800

drewmasters:

teaforonesvp:

stuff

yes. probably.

Oh no! Okay, I won’t do it, lol.

is it weird

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:10:17 -0800

If I gave him my copy of World War Z as a Christmas present? I’m trying to get rid of some of my books anyway. Does the action convey something behind it? I mean, enough for him to tell that I like him? God, like it matters anyway, it seems so painfully clear that I do…

"I have to buy this book. I have a bunch of books on zombies anyway."

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 23:01:09 -0800

“I have to buy this book. I have a bunch of books on zombies anyway.”

- Him, when I recommended World War Z.

Within seconds of my recommendation, he had already googled it and decided to buy it, lol, even when I offered to loan him my copy.

now this means something

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 22:52:09 -0800

hannahhurt:

teaforonesvp:

my long, rambling post

I can’t tell you how much I look forward to these posts. What he did DEFINITELY means something. I mean, COME ON. And this BETTER happen for you because it needs to happen for SOMEONE.

PS- please write a book. Seriously, you are a great writer. These posts actually kind of remind me of Meg Cabot’s non-teen books where the whole story basically takes place over emails. The Boy Next Door and Boy Meets Girl. Maybe I’m too much of a hopeless romantic but I love those books.

Thanks so much, Hannah! I’m crying right now, just out of pure happiness that you’re rooting for me.

It’d be a fun book to write, but I think I’d have to do it under a pseudonym, lol! Funny that you mention Meg Cabot because people who email me about my Paris blog compare my writing style to hers.

now this means something

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 22:30:00 -0800

I feel like I’m a pretty intuitive person. I can take a hint. I can sense feelings behind actions. So when the following happened, I can’t ignore the feeling that, there’s something behind this…

A couple of my co-workers were asking around by email if anyone wanted to go to lunch. I noticed that Tom had already replied in an email that he’d like to go. I sent a “reply all” and told them that I wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t hungry, but thanks for the invite anyway. Tom saw that email because he came up to me and said, “You’re not going?”

He asked me to help him with more Christmas light decorating. While we were decorating, our co-workers came by to go to lunch, and he says he doesn’t want to go anymore. Ding ding ding! But he wrote in an email that he wanted to go, but now he doesn’t want to go anymore? That’s, that’s something, right? His choosing to stay behind?

Because then, him and I were just decorating for almost an hour while everyone was at lunch. We were hanging candy canes on a bulletin board with push pins, and he kept putting the pins high enough so that I couldn’t reach. Then he’d take the cane from me, and put it up himself. When he did take his lunch, I went to the theater and watched “Spaced” and just tried to wrap my head around this whole thing. Maybe I was just reading too much into all this. Seeing things that aren’t there.

I noticed that he wants me to get into the things he’s into. He tells me about the shows he watches, and he explains giddily examples of the things that are funny on these shows. It’s so cute how excited he gets talking about the things he loves. He almost trips over his words just talking to me. He offers to lend me his dvds.

Weird coincidence, but at the same freaking time we were watching Jake and Amir videos (he loves them, I just found out today). The same video too. I thought that was so weird. Very very weird. I mean, we face each other, there’s no way he can tell what I’m watching.

Anyway…God, it just feels so horrible how nice this would be if it could happen but it never will. Here’s a guy who shares my interests, he’s sweet (I found this out when I went on errands with him and saw how he dealt with salespeople and strangers), he’s funny, smart and serious when he needs to be. Also, he’s good with his hands (he’s done carpentry and worked in construction) and knows how to fix things (I find that really sexy). And it’s never going to happen.