agirlaguyandadog

This facebook thing--- go to www.thefacebook.com-- is a way for college kids and alumni to stay in touch, display a picture, let people know what you're up to, etc. It has listings from almost everywhere you can think of-- including my university. I have 143 facebook 'friends' I believe. I look at it sometimes, if only because I recieve random emails once in a while about someone requesting to be my friend.

See, here's how it works: You can search for a friend at any school, and then find them, and request that they be added to your friends. The person then has to 'confirm' your friendship, and there profile is listed in your friends, and visa-versa. If the person denies you as a friend, you are spared the misery of not knowing. Ignorance is bliss, but if the person never shows up on your list of confirmed friends, then you can put two and two together.

My most recent facebook drama? While looking for a friend who's last named began with H, I stumbled upon the ex girlfriend. Who we have had quite a few problems with. And I looked at her profile. She's a pretty girl--and we had 9 friends in common. And D loved her once, and I think he has the best taste ever. But now, after our problems with her, she is not his friend. This makes me feel awful--like a heinous yoko-ono biatch who has broken john lennon from the rest of the beatles-- only to make bad songs and protest war. And I worry that john's creative and loving abilities will be strained, drained, and canned as a result of my presence driving away his one tiem best friend.

I have to add though, that I am not the innocent party as new girlfriend: While in college, I think she was kind of a bully. She scared me. I wont go into details, but she just kind of made me nervous. And so when it turns up that D is still dating her, I got super scared. But he wasnt, but she was still interested--?

I dont know, its all complicated.

But---- I asked D about it recently, and he said he hadnt spoken to her in a long time. And I had the yoko bad feeling. So when I saw her on the facebook, I went ahead and asked her to be my friend.

A part of me figured, if you cant beat em', join em'. But 199% of me thought that I was extending an olive branch, of really wanting to be this person's friend. I am not evil, or awful, or yoko-like, I promise....I am actually quite nice. And I care more about D then anything else in this world--and want him to never ever lose a friend on account of me. How horrible.

Needless to say, she does not want to be my friend.

What would you do? I feel kind of bad--though I am not thinking about it too often.

I mean, did she think I was joking? Or thought I was being mean? I wont try again, but I hope someday she looks back and says, 'You know, that girl was only trying to be nice'.

Once, I had a date with a guy named Ryan. I was a sophomore in college, he was a junior. football player. kind of had a creepy knome like face.

We were supposed to get 'dressed up'--his idea. For some reason, having gone to my university, where people do not date, the boys who have suggested this to me really crack me up.I know thats just awful-- and please, i love getting dressed up and going out--love it.

But for a guy to suggest it-- y--so they want to make sure I know they are going to get 'dressed up'. I have feelings of accompanying my younger brother to church. I guess I would feel more comfy if the guy had said, 'Mariana, I'd like to take you to ________ (fill in name of really nice place). I want to see you in a great dress.' But Ryan said, 'Let's get dressed up. And go out' He kind of grunted all of this, to tell you the truth.

B shows up mid-dressing up process, and huffs around my dorm room, acting as if i have broken some huge fidelity bond by agreeing to go out with Ryan. After we have recently broken up as a result of the lovely Sara.....

He leaves, satisfied that C will go smoke with him and drive around. for some reason, driving around that year was considered a legitimate activity.

But Ryan shows up, and I have on my party dress. He makes really nice comments, even makes me blush. He looks great. I ask him to sit down.

on my inflatable chair--(hey someone gave it to me for high school graduation)

I rush into the closet, looking for my purse. I tell him what i am loking for. He says, oh I think its right here.

I walk out of the closet.

Suddenly, our world moves in slow motion.....the purse i have been looking for is sitting on the coffee table, not two feet from Ryan. I move toward it, my hand reaching out...

and two antennas poke out of the purse....then a huge, mother-of-all roaches crawls out and seems to turn to look directly at me and say,

'yo. found the pretzels you stole from bryan o' neils. and leave me some cardboard lying around sometime girl, i gotta eat a bot more or i'll starve,'

'have fun on the date with mr. beefie'

Oh shame on me. I am only writing in this because 1) I have been endlessly lazy about my website. and 2) I snooped into a coworker's online journal...well, I didnt snoop. She gave me the passcode. So I looked.

She tells the story of how her current boyfriend visited a prostitute 4 years ago. I have no idea how or why he offered this information.

But boy, she could write.

And so I was left feeling horribly inadequate, somewhat sneaky, and all-around poopy for leaving this journal endeavor to the birds. My website---I have no money, and though tempted to make 'fans' pay-- well, I wont. But I promise I will attempt a somewhat update. And continue them..

1. For the lovely D. i am so in love with you D, so much that if you are not here--the world is just not as tasty. hurry january hurry.

2. The convincing chain of comman. So. Looks like I am off to law school in the fall. Dont be dissappointed my pretties, maybe it will be good for me. I am trying to keep an open mind.

3. Work. Grad school. Oh gosh I am boring...

Re: Your mother

I know it's impossibly ironic (and here I must change letters), but I
found that pair of jeans with the 7 on Friday last. the 12th; they were not
in your closet, but draped on a chair in your room. I had gone there to
check things out before taking off to the beach house, when I noticed the
jeans on the chair. I thought to myself, oh there's the heinous pair of
unwanted jeans I had attempted to send...I should return them to the closet, but
when I opened the closet--there was the orphan pair, the wrong pair, then I
looked at the tag of the pair from the chair, when to my wondering eyes
should appear the magical "7" I had searched for to no avail only one
week before.

So what is the lesson here?
Who knows?

I went to a production of Cabaret with P and her drama kids at _______
yesterday.
I was most interested in the costumes, very imaginative
work--kind of Goodwill Gaultier.

We went to eat at China Garden first, where Yuni and Say joined
us. He is talking up a storm now and can say anything parrot-like.
He was looking for you at the San Diego house last time they were down.
He had found a small black plastic rat, and your dad told him, "I think
that belongs to Nana." Then he started saying, "Nana?, Nana?" in his funny
way and walking through the house. You will be amazed when you see him.

So, this is quite a new develpment? marriage? Hmmm.

Again, I could only see that one picture. The attachments look like
they are there, but won't open.
The beach house kitchen is now granite and cream and brown, with two
reminders of the sunny yellow left.

It looks quite pretty and Bob (Vila) is pleased, so hopefully, we'll have a habitable house for the
Thanksgiving feast.