i like this.

this is a story for nat.

this is for nat, i'm too lazy to make it into an email or something.
i just copied it from the bored.

for those of you that don't know, i work at a banquet hall. today we held a wedding, jehovan witness families in fact. as guests arrived i was handing out fruit punch and this guy comes up to me and asks "is there alcohol in this fruit punch?" and i felt like saying "no you fucking idiot. it's fruit punch, who the fuck puts alcohol in fruit punch" but instead i replied with "no" and he said "there should be" so i smiled, pretended to laugh and left. when i started cleaning up the fruit punch cups he pulls me in and says "next time we need it alittle more stronger" in a really low voice. so i was mildly creeped out and found it necessary to inform my co-workers of mr. creepo. they didn't really care, so i shrugged off the whole thing.

after we served all the courses, i began cleaning up my station. mr. creepo then came up to me and asked if i would like to dance. i laughed and said sure. and he said "next song" and walked away. i thought this was a little weird, but it was too late to do anything. acouple songs pass and he comes up to me and says "we'll dance next slow song. i'm not good at dancing to these kind" and i said "okay, me neither" and then he walked away again. eventually, he comes up again and stares at my name tag, which is obviously located on my boob. and he said "mmmmeg? meg?" and i said "yeah" and he said "mark" and i said "hi mark" and then he asked me questions about my job and such. the said "that must suck. at least you can go back to the bar and get a few drinks" i just smile, because i dont drink. then he asked if i drink and i said "oh...no. i'm not of legal age yet". at this point, he opened his eyes wide and said "how old are you?" and i said "17". his eyes got wider and he said "wow! really?" and i blushed and said "yeah how old did you think i was?" turns out he thought i was 20. we continued to have an awkward conversation and then he drops the bomb. he asked "so can i have your number, or would your boyfriend not approve?" like an idiot i said "i don't have a boyfriend" but then i continue to explain that i don't know my number. it wasnt a lie either, i really don't know it. he said that was fine, he'll just give me his number. he excuses himself and while he's gone i take a tray of plates into the kitchen. when i walk out he's standing at the door and hands me his number. he did it all very secretly so i said "ohhh how mysterious" and he laughed a little too much. then i walked away.so like an hour later i'm still cleaning off tables and he comes up and asks "since you don't drink, what do you do?" and i said "uhh nothing much" 'cause i didnt really want to tell this guy my whole life story. and then he said "so is it cool if i come back here on the long weekend and take you out?" i explained that i'm going away for the weekend. finally i asked him how old he was. he's 24. it was all very very weird.then he left and he asked me to call him so we could hang out.

to top it all off, he lives an hour and a bit away.
it was weird.

okay, so i'm late.

i'm moving to toronto where i will go to school sometimes, but mostly go to clubs with sean.
or sit in my room with my cat and listen to music.
which i will have to illegally download because i won't be able to afford cds anymore.

umm... the end.