I know I said I was working on another story, and I am, but this is just going to be a bunch of random journal entries about a character -M. Updating will be whenever I get the chapters typed up. So far I have a few written and 3 ish typed. I have to much stuff in my head =/
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January 6, 2009
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Dear Diary,
No, I am not calling you Diary. It's so, cliche. What shall I call you. Bob? =] no you are not an imaginary friend. Mary? No you are more than quite contrary. Hmm this is harder than I thought.
Mea
I think Mea will work. Like 'Mia' but with my initials instead. Seeing as you are mine and all.
Dear Mea,
Much better.
Well the whole reason I am starting this diary, no- journal. Less kid-ish.
Wow I'm as add in writing as I am when I talk
Anyways, so I met this guy- I know, it always starts this way- but I'm different I promise! I was in the wine store buying wine of all things for Laura I personally hate wine. Beer is good, liquor is better, and wine is just -bad-
So I was bumming around the store having no idea what I was looking for and not paying attention, and I ran right into this guy. I was -so- embarrassed. Especially since he was way cute. So I, being the awesome person I am, stuttered some sort of apology before proceeding to turn bright red and making a total fool of myself.
He kind of gave me this look like he couldn't believe I had just run into him. He rudely told me to watch where I was going and walked off.
I just about died When I heard his accent. I mean, come on, what girl doesn't like a guy with an accent. If he had turned around he would have seen me staring at him totally smitten -yes I say words like smitten- His British accent almost made me ignore the fact that he was rude to me.
-almost-
Whatever I thought. Guys suck and are always rude to me. I mean just cause I'm in college and have boobs doesn't mean I'm easy and can be walked all over. College guys just don't appreciate smart girls. They want ones that party.
Maybe I shouldn't generalize all rude guys into that category. I mean, I did run into him, well walk. I wasn't literally running.
So not only was he cute and had a British accent, but he was also well dressed. I mean, this is a college town, no one around here wears a suit. Especially when buying wine. But I shouldn't judge. Maybe he -really- wanted some wine?
So I totally sneaked looks at him while attempting to find a wine for Laura Which was not going very well as I know nothing about wines, especially the kind you cook with.
I must have looked totally hopeless because I had just pulled my phone out to convey said hopelessness to Laura when the guy came over. Yes totally hot guy came over, to -me- and asked me what kind of wine I needed.
To good to be true right? I told him I had no idea what I was looking for, that my roommate needed a wine for cooking with. He walked me over to the opposite side of the store, while laughing at my hopelessness I might add, and proceeded to point out a few different kinds of wines. I picked a middle priced wine, I mean I couldn't look poor, but I couldn't afford the one he said was the best. I thanked him and said bye before he went off to buy more wine.
More wine. I mean he bought -more- wine. Did I mention that he was cleaning the store out. He must have -really-wanted some wine.
I bought the wine and left having no reason to stay and stare at the cute guy. Oh well right? That's how things always go for me. I didn't even catch his name.
So I think this was a good first journal entry. Nice and long =] Maybe I will actually write in this thing. At least when interesting things happen to me
-M