Creepers Love Me

Summer time and the livin's easy...
A little too easy, though. I actually miss being stressed. Don't get me wrong, I love sleeping for roughly 10 hours every night to wake up and lay outside in the sun until I'm golden brown and then come in to watch the Scrubs episodes I taped from that morning. It's a lovely existence, just not very meaningful and I guess I like the feeling of having a purpose. I am taking a class at Kent State (philosophy, ugh) and I am still working at FYE (I got a whopping 4 hours last week) so I'm being somewhat purposive. Though I'm pretty sure working at FYE does not do much good for humanity or myself. However, there is now free gum and I'm allowed to park right in front of the store instead of in the plaza parking lot. And that's where the perks end.
I started out the summer with an Akron Adventure with Colleen Bott. (The one-and-only Mike Peterson commented on this adventure with "whats awesome is akron looks a lot like akon. so when you say you have an akron adventure, it looks like an akon adventure, as if you were smacking lots of...thats." He really likes rap music and he's a gangsta) Colleen and I drove around Akron, stopping wherever we please. We ended up going to 10 different places in one afternoon, including the VDO (not a disease, but the Village Discount Outlet), Good Will (thrifting is key in AK-rowdy), Revival, Alladin's, some smoothie place, an old bookstore (I almost bough a book on cannibalisms, but refrained), West Point Market, a pet store with lots of cats sitting in one place and never moving (it was freaky), and Archbishop Hoban High School (where Mr. Anderson invited me to his History Spectacular 4th of July Celebration). Muchos good times. I really recommend that smoothie place. I'd tell you the name, but I forgot it, so you'll just have to look around Akron.
To add a little purpose to my lazy existence in St. Ow, I've been going to the gym religiously. I have muscles now. They are very small, but considering before they were non-existent, I'm pretty proud of myself. I always wear something Notre Dame to the gym, hoping one day someone will notice and say "Ahoy! Do you go to Notre Dame?" I just really want to talk about ND and I would love it if someone approached me with an Ahoy. But alas, I'm guessing that my Irish attire makes people think I am of St. Vincent St. Mary's high school, which is heinous.
Philosophy class at Kent State is almost over now (thank goodness) but I did manage to make a new friend the first day of class. We met at the bookstore as we were buying our books. The attraction was instant, he being tall, tan, and blue-eyed and me being bored and desperate. However, because he was attracted to me as well, he was crazy. I am a crazy magnet. I do not know how this happened. It's not like I'm a friendly person, so maybe I only attract crazies because these people are more persistent or something. In any case, the young gentleman turned out to be a 5th year senior philosophy major (as you can tell, my type of guy already), but is pursuing a career in music, though he has not played in public in 4 years. We have a winner! Since my crazy detector has not yet gone off or my inner crazy magnet is drawing me to him, when he offers to go on a walk around campus, I, of course, agree. During this walk, he talks my ear off about his philosophy of life, which is total crap. Apparently, he bears a greater burden than the rest of the world because he understands the universe better and, since everyone has takes care of him to the point where he doesn't have to worry about long-term employment, he feels a greater sense of loneliness than everyone else. He went on and on about the merits of organic food and the high he once got from eating an organic orange (I may have accidentally suggested that I, too, enjoy organic food, but really I meant that I eat Lean Cuisines). Oh, and he called himself a sexy giraffe. Not even kidding. And he has a hoop earring that makes him look like a pirate, but not exactly the Johnny Depp kind. Later on our walk, in the middle of telling me why his music is like a wave and some building on Kent State's campus, he says, "I don't think people hold hands enough." He then takes my hand, clasps it with both of his, and stares deeply into my eyes. As if this weren't enough, he places my hand on his chest and mutters something about a connection or herbal tea or something. So naturally, when he asks me out on a date, I say yes. Please, before you judge me and say that I am as crazy as the people I end up dating, allow me to explain myself. We were in the middle of Kent's campus when he asked. If I said no, he might have run away, leaving me lost in a campus full of hippies. Plus, I just don't know how to say no, apparently. I decided that we should meet at Starbucks after I got off work one Friday because I knew what time Starbucks closed and had some family members who worked there who could protect me. Rape whistle and Mace in hand, I went on my date. The strangest part was that it wasn't awful. He wasn't exaclty Normal McNormalson, but he wasn't as cracked out as before. It was actually a lovely evening, which totally threw me for a loop. What was I to think of him now? Should I give him a chance? Was the crazy guy thing a put on? Then he came to class one day wearing a sleeveless shirt. That settles that. This guy is history. (well, that, and he tried to give me a detailed account of how he would kiss me online one night. It did not seem appealing). I have since been ignoring him and he has finally started ignoring me back. So now my life is open to the next creeper. Bring 'em on.
Other than the above, I've been watching a lot of movies this summer. And by a lot I mean one I've never seen before each night. I'll give you a complete list later. Happy 4th of July, everyone!