My Teenage Angst. That is the title of this entry. Once again it returns to the boring and over-done topic of females. I haven’t seen Char in a very long time. We hardly talk or write although she still tries (harder than I). I am not saying that I am writing her off completely, but she is definitely out of the picture for a while. So in order to stay sane and get away from that smear on my past, I had been looking around.
Enter Angie. Not the whale-Angie, but a very cute little blond that I met at work. We just started talking and seemed to hit it off. I thought that she was at least as interested in me as I was in her. So we talked at work, laughed and I got to like her. So one day after work when we were all drinking I invited her over. So she came over to Bob’s room and drank a little and flirted some (unfortunately it wasn’t with me!) but I could deal with it. Hell, I was getting sloshed.
Anyway, she left and with the urging from my drinking buddies (they threw me out after her!) I walked her home. So I went over to her room, and to make a long story short, I found out that she had (has?) a boyfriend. Of course. So Ken goes storming out the door with Angie calling out behind me. I was not pleased. I found her I.D. card on the stairs in Hickory and returned them on Wednesday.
I walked into her room and she was there with her roommate. She introduced me as her buddy. I was not pleased. She said she was just about to call me. Yeah, right. She had never called me before. Not once. So Ken walked out again. I don’t think I lead her to believe that we are on bad terms. The fact is I would rather not be on any terms with her. This has been the worst one so far. To be led on for a while and to get your hopes up that maybe there is someone for you. That’s part of my Teenage Angst.
About two hours ago I was going to give up altogether. But on the way to this lame-ass history class I saw another girl whom I have, at one point, liked. I can’t remember her name, but I met her at a party in here own room. I remember that she is from North Olmsted. Anyway, I intend to discover her name and then if I am smart, the every second thing I am going to ask her is if she has a boyfriend. She gave me a look right before class that could melt steel. But I’ll not be led on again, dammit!
As I mentioned above that was only Angst I, which would lead, logically, to at least an Angst II. I don’t know how much time I have left, but I might as well start in on it now. This has to do with work. Shit, out of time, I’ll try to pick this up in Calc or Bio. Maybe not. OK, he psyched me out. Maybe I should carry a watch since I haven’t written since I really started working. A bit of a review would be in order, but I don’t feel like it. I will rely on the amazing powers of my memory to fill in the vague or fuzzy events which I do not fully describe here.
In mid-December when Bob and I took off to Tenn. for a while, Brad and Rhea did the do. As I understand it, it was kind of a first night together type thing. So, naturally, Rhea got hung up over Brad. Brad, I have always said and even he himself would probably not rebuke it, is the male version of Kara. Hell, I had him and Kara pegged to hit it off, but somehow she got involved with Brad. Things digressed until New Years Eve.
A friend of Brad’s was having a party. Bob, Dan, Rick, Rhea, Kara, Brad, terry, Linda, Leslie and about six or eight other people, including myself attended. I had a very good time. Rhea didn’t. She did three shots of tequila and puked all over the bathroom. I was called to the bathroom. I got her in bed and she wanted to take her pants off so, off they went. I let her pass out and went out to drink a bit more champaign with my Boss. When I couldn’t stay awake any longer I went in and crashed next to Rhea on the bed.
When I awoke Rhea was on the floor next to Brad and her cloths were scattered around the room. Perhaps they were like that from the night before. I cannot remember. I do remember warning Rhea about Brad because of what I had overheard (probably on purpose) in a conversation between Sheila and Brad. Gotta run.