So on Thursday, when I thought he couldn't make it any worse, he did. For the first half an hour he gave me like 15 pieces of paper and told me to draw what I think the most important ppl in my life look like and then I was suppose to write down 5 words that describe them. So for the first 5 I drew my Mom, Dad, My 3 best friends, CJ, Bre && Adrien. For my mum I drew my very off depiction of her and ended up coloring her hair orange instead of brown after running out of that color crayon. I did the same for my dad and friends then wrote a couple random words for each. But for some reason, I may never understand, Pasta was all like 'NO NO NO NO NO!!!! You aren't suppose to draw them as they appear, you are suppose to draw them the way you see them.'
'Well last I checked, my eyes are know different than anyone else's. So how I see them and how they appear should be the same.' He gives me this look like 'Are you freakin kidding with me?' and says in his trying to be calm tone ' I mean you need to draw them in a way that expresses how you feel about them and what you think of them.'
Darkangel14: And which one of your phycology books did you get that from.
Pasta: Uggg will you just do it?!
Darkangel14: Fine Mr. Grumpy pants.
I redrew everyone as whatever animal I saw fit. A big brown bear for mum, A spider monkey for CJ, an owl for Bre, a hawk for Adrien, and after much consideration, A Golden retriever for Dad.
'Much better' remarks Pasta. I glared at him in a way I knew he couldn't see. After he started this word an-something.
Pasta: I want you to say the first thing you think of after every word I say. OK?
Darkangel14: *Nods*
Pasta: Ok, Winter?
Darkangel14: Snow
Pasta: Birthday
Darkangel14: presents
Pasta: Mom
Darkangel14: Overprotective
Pasta: Dad
Darkangel14: Isn't
Pasta: Friends
Darkangel14: Fun
Pasta: Fun
Darkangel14: Shopping
Pasta: Weekend
Darkangel14: Jessie
Crap! That's what I was thinking right after I said it. I was barely paying attention so I blurted it out on accident. Pasta's eyes got large for a second before he asked 'Who's Jessie?' I narrowed my eyes for a second. It seemed like he wasn't telling me something.
Darkangel14: Umm, He's this guy I met at a party.
Pasta: Whats that have to do with the weekend
Darkangel14: I'm going to a party with him this weekend.
Pasta: Interesting.
Interesting!? What does he mean by that? I shouldn't have to discuss my developing love life with my therapist. Luckily the next words out of his mouth were 'Well that's all we have time for today. I'll see you next time.' Which is psychologist (sp?) talk for 'It's been an hour so unless you want to pay more money I will see you tomorrow.'
So speaking of Jessie, last Saturday was when I went to that party with him and of course you wanna hear all about it. You do? I thought so.
So after spending 2 hours trying to find something to wear, I settled on a green and blue halter tub top that ties in the back, with jean Capri's and brown high heel sandals. It was just trying enough but not trying too much.
At 7:45 he drove up in a silver Chrysler Aspen (The last time I went to my dad's all he talked about was cars and it was burned into my brain) then walked up to the door and rung the door bell. What a gentlemen. And lucky for me, mother went to another of her friend's houses.
Darkangel14: Hey *smiles*
Jessie: *smiles back* Hey yourself, is your mom here?
Darkangel14: Nope, we should leave *rushes out of door quickly*
Jessie: *Struggs and walked me to the car and opened the door for me*
So glad I didn't where a dress or skirt. He got into the car and started to drive down the road.
Jessie: You bueatiful.
Darkangel14: *Manages to control self from blushing* Thanks, you don't look that bad yourself.
Jessie: *Smiles*
Darkangel14: Do you mind if I turn the radio on?
Jessie: No go ahead.
It was a touch screen so it was easy to find a station and before long I was listening to Battlefield by Jordin Sparks. It only took about 10 minutes to get to the party. There were more than 60 ppl there and he seemed to know all of them. When we walked in the guy at the door was like 'Jessie! Glad you could make it. Who's your friend?'
Jessie: This is Darkangel14
Guy: Well Darkangel14, Mi casa es su casa, enjoy.
I smiled nodded and followed Jessie deeper into the party. The music was dudding loudly and there were ppl everywhere. It was a lot like the 4th of July party but bigger and the ppl around me weren't old enough to be my grand parents. We finally found a place on the floor where no one was bumping into us and danced so long by the time we were done I thought I would die of exhaust.
Jessie: You wanna go get something to drink?
I nodded and we went into the kitchen.
Darkangel14: So do you go to parties a lot?
Jessie: Not really, just when someone's throwing one. You wanna go outside so we can talk.
Darkangel14: Ok
We went out on the patio and sat in the swinging chair.
Darkangel14: Is it just you and your mom or do you live with your dad too?
Jessie: Actually it's usually just me and my Dad usually but I'm living with my mom for the summer.
Darkangel14: Does your dad live far away.
Jessie: No he lives about 30 minutes from here but he works not far so he's like always in town anyway. What about you? Does your dad live near by?
Darkangel14: He's more like 2 hours away. I usually take a train there when I go.
Darkangel14: *Makes sad face* Really
He took me home and walked me to the door. I noticed the lights were on which meant my mom was home and I did not want to give her a chance to embarrass me.
Darkangel14: Thanks for tonight, I hope we can do it again.
Jessie: Yea me too.
He kissed me on the cheek and left.
Well there you go. Thats how my Saturday night went.
And lucky me, monday Pasta was doing some family stuff or whatever so had to cancel are session for yesterday and today. I'm A happy happy girl. :)
Also hope you guys like the new layout.

1 comments:
Yet another update on the astounding life of darkangel14, cannot wait to read more of your trials with the infamous pasta. lol, will be waiting to read more,
T.A.T.
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