"You think that it's not magic that keeps you alive? Just 'cause you understand the mechanics of how something works, doesn't make it any less of a miracle...which is just another word for magic."
"The good ended happily and the bad unhappily; that is what fiction means."- The Importance of Being Earnest
"And there I was searching every other place for the right words, when suddenly it all came to me, and they divined from my very own heart, spilled onto the page, staining each inch like blood pouring out from my very core."'
"They are called crushes for a reason, yet doesn't it seem that at some point or another, we are just generally in love with being crushed? Can you help getting stepped on when you fall for someone? This is what I think we can call a masochistic piece of the human race. Just can't help but going for what ails us and being gluttons for punishment."
"Yes, I feel, and I am pitifully not a person who delivers before you cue me, or even then..."
I had gone to Jamba Juice for a quick pick-me-up breakfast on my way to clean the showroom yesterday morning, and there is always someone I know working there. The boy who rung me up was very nice, but most of all FAMILIAR. I really couldn't put my finger on it, and he flirted while I waited for my smoothie. (A most delicious Pomegranate Paradise, I might add.) When he stopped the blender and started pouring into a cup I started to get up, but then he stopped.
"Hang on a sec, I gotta remake this. It isn't blended all the way." "Oh, okay," I said, and sat back down. "We have zero tolerance for unblended smoothies, so..." he added as he poured the slightly lumpy mixture back into the blender. A short spin later, my smoothie was poured smoothly into the foam cup, and I headed towards the counter. "Looks good," I said to which he added another cute remark. "Did you go to Shadow?" He asked. "Yeah, I did. I graduated last year." "Oh, really? Do you by chance remember a Robbie Callahan?" (name changed =P hehe) Tilting my head in thought, I said, "Hmm... it sounds familiar..." I swear to you, for a moment, his brown eyes were smiling so hopeful... but to this he gave me no answer and handed me my smoothie, "Well, there is your Pomegranate Paradise to the best of my ability." "Thanks," smiling, I bid him a good day then walked brisquely out to the parking lot.
I felt kind of bad, figuring that he is probably the Robbie Callahan, and I didn't remember exactly then who he was. But I knew I recognized him, and the little ordeal was on my mind most of the morning until.... I REMEMBERED! I was in the middle of dusting at the showroom when it finally hit me: he was in my seminary class! I didn't have any classes at school with him, and he came here so near the end of the year I can't believe I remember at all! (That and the fact I wasn't attending Seminary hardly at all, I might have seen him 3 or 4 times.) I even remember him being vegetarian or something like that... o_0 Anyways, I'm very proud I remembered, and I feel really bad that it was a cold shoot down that I didn't remember. The plan is to return next Friday morning (because I'm sure he should be working then) and say HI, I REMEMBER NOW! hahaha It will probably throw him for a loop, and I think it would be very nice to know someone actually remembered you. Anyways, I just had to share that before I forgot. Goonight, for reals...
