Forget that crap, there are way more fun things to write about!

I decided to delete my last 2 posts just because I am so over that stuff and don't even want to give it the justice of existing. Plus I'm embarrassed. So it never happened people!

My roomate, Jacqui, was reading my blogs the other day, and goes "This is just like when we used to read your diaries!" From when I was 15, up until about 4 years ago, I kept a journal. I have at least 10. And so when I went to college, I brought them with me. Lord knows I did not want my parents or my brother finding that jackpot of incriminating evidence. Well, Jacqui really got a kick out of them.

Freshman year, we lived on the same hall and she would come knock on my door at night and say "Can we read diary?" And we'd lay on my bed and she would read them aloud and gasp and ooh and aah and say "Jes!" And I would gaze up at the ceiling, twirl my hair, and smugly elaborate on my misadventures and exploits.

My mom is probably hating this right now, but I wasn't a bad kid. I just craved excitement and always wanted to see how far I could go out of bounds if that makes sense. Which means I did some dumb shit. But have some great stories. Look! Here's one now!

So I have a friend in Chicago I haven't seen in awhile and am meeting for drinks Monday. Let's call him "Nate". We have a little history, nothing major, just little.
In college, our sophomore year, Nate lived at what we called "The Trampoline House" because, well, they had a big-ass trampoline in the front yard. Within the trampoline house lived a lot of boys, snowboarders, including my friend "J.C." from high school. We loved these boys. Why? Because they were so bad for us. Now, today, I would see these guys and call them "little shits" but then? They were the shit. They jumped off the third story of their house onto that trampoline then would bounce into the street. They'd be on that thing doing snowboarding tricks all day long. They held the "12th St. Olympics" with some other boy houses where they would do things like race each other down the hill on the nasty flea market sofas we used to have on our porches. And one of my bffs and roomies ( I never had fewer than 3), "Lana", and I each had a crush on one. She liked Nate and I liked "Cal".

While Cal and I made out one night, Lana and Nate did lots of nights, for a long time. They had a thing. But Nate had a girlfriend, and Lana was just dying for them to break up. Eventually they did, but Nate didn't want another one and Lana had plenty of other boys after her. Although, I don't remember exactly why things ended between them. Which brings us to our history.

Back in college, Nate was definitely cute. He was tall, had a charming gap between his 2 front teeth, blue eyes and a goofy smile. Rumor also had it that he had a giant horse's dick, but we won't get into that. He was alot of fun to hang out with, although not the sharpest tool in the shed. One of our fave stories about him is he was at our house and we were all gonna go up to the reservoir or something, and he walks outside, looks due east and says "We can't go to the res today, you can't even see the mountains." we were like "uhh, Nate, the mountains are over there." Like huge, and literally just to the right.

Anyway, it all started one night, way after he and Lana were done, when I went out to the bars with my glasses on and my hair in a bun. Nate got on this whole naughty school teacher thing and started calling me Miss. S__. Now, I love being in character so I ate that shit up. Pretty soon we were knee deep in classroom innuendos. I was keeping him late after class, holding him in detention. You get the idea. It went on like this all night. Yes, I know, I'm a fucking cheeseball. Deal with it. But that's how I do. Halloween? Forget about it. I'm a cop? You're ass is gettin arrested. Wonder Woman? Prepare to be lassoed. A reporter/P.I. from the 70's in a trench coat? You will be interviewed and you will like it. All real costumes by the way. And so, I was Miss S. all night long and that is how my small fling with Nate began. It had to end because Lana was not liking it even a little bit. In fact, I remember one day hiding out at our friend Camie's house all day, afraid to go home and face Lana. Camie was hooking up with Nates roomate, "Tall Saul" and we had done the a.m. walk of shame together. It was not a cool thing for me to do.
So now, in our post-college adult years, Nate and I are just friends. He is no longer the adorable, tall, snowboarding bad-ass (well he's still tall) and I am no longer a cheeky fake teacher. But we are meeting for drinks on Monday and I will be sure to leave my glasses at home.

So I guess this is my new "Diary". However, I like writing better than typing, so I had written this all out in my jumpseat on the plane between beverage services and call button dings. If this sticks, you'll be reading a lot more blogs!

College friends, what were the names of some of our other friends houses? There were the "Chicago Boys", "12th and College?" anyway I hope you enjoyed the name changes haha!

Its 8:30pm and I'm going to bed in flint, mi. after spending the day here for work. Barely slept last night and have to wake up super early tomorrow. So goodnight folks and Happy Easter!