Sunday, April 25, 2010
I was never very close to Ginna before we moved in together but living with her had given me a new appreciation for her. She is not vapid and shallow like I had initially believed. Previously, I thought that her ever-changing hair color was an indication of her insecurity, but its really an indication of her spunkyness. Hilarious, observant with a knack for telling a funny story, she flipped her (currently) chocolate brown main over her shoulder and she did an impersonation of her father. In the middle of Ginna's performance, the fake wooden table shook. Simultaneously each girl looked down at the table to see if it was her phone that was the source of the interruption.
My mind still being on Ginna's story, it took me a moment before I realized that the vibration and following texting sound was mine. Under normal circumstances I would have been sitting, waiting and wishing that it might be a boy, but given my level of intoxication the only thing that came to my mind when saw the red blinking light of my Blackberry was something along the lines of "Ooh! Phone make pretty light and sounddd!"After coming back to reality, I picked up my phone and saw that the noice indicated a text. In that moment, I enjoyed a private, exhilerating milimoment of joy. My stomach rose in that way it does when you hear or see the name of the one you admire. "The Giant." He was my current obsession, a freakishly tall import from a different country. My stomach squeezed itself into a tight heart shaped ball as I read the message and even when it had dropped back into its normal position, I felt the familiar buzz of a boy induced high. My drunkeness subsided for a second as I squeeled, "The Giant! He texted me!" I got similar squeals from the girls who were equally drunk and boy crazed as me.
"What'd he say?" Kensley said, licking her lips. She wore a casual white tank top and skin tight black pants. Her shirt was moistened with the Diet Sprite she was sipping.
"'Hope you're raging tonight :)'" I read aloud. "Lame, but oh well!" I was giddy despite the fact that I hate the term "rage" and I really don't appreciate the use of emoticons, especially by the male species. The text made me cringe a little but I wrote it off attributing his general d-bagness to the fact that he was a foreigner. I normally would harshly judge a guy for such behavior but his general hotness caused me to overlook it. I answered back something that I thought was casual, but probably just cold, and switched my focus back to my friends.
Posted by Casi at 9:25 PM