WWJDD?

I have found online love! No, not the recent socially accepted yet still really creepy long-distance online love. I have been blessed with the beauty of a library of drunk texts, textsfromlastnight.com. It is so funny! What would the world be without text messages? Somewhere I wouldn’t want to live, especially after reading the random funny texts from the site. I think from now on every time I post an entry I will include one of my personal random texts, either sent by me or sent to me. Here are two from last night. I was drunk when I sent one of them, can you guess which one?
Sent : So we should make out, Textosaurus. (I accidentally deleted this text as I was trying to find it, but I think this is correct.)
Sent: Mmm. Liquid cheese.

This week was really good. I have been getting better at balancing work, and having a life. It is really easy to go home, and play sims/eat cookies/sleep/all of the above. But I have been working at going out, and doing something after work. It makes me feel less like I just lost a whole day being a slave. But with that comes lack of sleep, and its side effects. Today I feel asleep in my car during my lunch break. I also seriously considered punting a kid out of the store.

I accomplished a lot on Friday night. I worked til late, then I rushed to buy advance tickets to the midnight, July 15, showing of the new Harry Potter movie for my Dad and I. (I am so excited to see how much hotter Hermione has gotten, that girl is the love of my life.) It is our tradition to go see the Harry Potter movies the day they come out. It is my favourite thing to do with my Dad. He and I are huge Harry Potter nerds. I am really excited to spend time with him. I am going to take him out for cheesecake or coffee after, so we can discuss the movie.
After picking up the movie tickets I visited Sunshine at work, for a quick flirt. Seeing her leaves me with a refreshed, happy feeling. She really is like sunshine.
I then hustled over to Diva's hoping for a dance party. What I found instead was a gross country band. I lasted about 15 minutes before I called it a night. I don't know why they play at Diva's. If the club is going to bring in entertainment other then the house DJ's, which I think would be a nice treat, it should fit the type of bar it is.
Different DJ's would spice the place up, weekends tend to run together there because the music is always the same. Others feel the same way, and finally someone is trying to change it. He is going to try and make a Friday night happen at a different location. He is going to have different DJ's and musicians each week. I hope he can make it happen, I think I am going to talk to him and tell him I would love to help out.

Saturday night was much more fun then Friday. From work I went to a friends birthday party, the theme was Botox and Bow Ties. I wore a bow tie, and he had the 'botox'. Alcohol filled syringes, provided by a male nurse friend. It was a great crowd of people, some of my favourite people. I love hanging with the boys. They are genuinely really good people. I feel lucky to be one of their friends.
Diva's was a better scene then it was the previous night, though it was quite dead for a Saturday. I had a glass of wine at the bar, and proceeded to get drunk.
Yes, off one glass. Don't judge me! I am allergic/really sensitive to alcohol, and I had an empty stomach. It was a nice change of pace from being completely sober like I always am. I might have a glass of wine at the bar more often.
I spent the night sexy dancing with Silk Spectre. I felt less like a peacock flashing my pretty tail all night. I don't know if it was the wine, but I wasn’t as self conscious about every little thing. I acted on what I felt like doing, instead of just being all talk.
It isn't really fair to say that she, or other girls, make me feel like a peacock. I make myself feel like a peacock (I am stuck with this peacock simile, aren't it?) If I was brave and just made the moves I wanted to, instead of only talking about it, I wouldn't have to work so hard at flashing my feathers and make them make the move.

Being all talk is caused by a few factors. The first being utter loss of confidence right in the moments I need it. I need a map so I can talk to the wizard about that courage. While I am there would it be asking too much to ask for an eight pack, pecs and killer biceps?
The second reason for my lack of action is being a good guy, as opposed to the 'bad boy'. I respect girls too much to kiss them without asking permission first. I don't want to force myself onto anyone. Being respectful is not a bad thing, but sometimes a girl just wants to be pushed against a wall and kissed like she never has before. I can be the person to do that. I just have this irrational fear that the girl will slap me, or something like that. But it is not like I would do this to a complete stranger, I would know the girl, so I just need to do it.
I need to be more like James Dean (love of my life/who I aspire to be).
My new motto, WWJDD, What would James Dean do?

Below is something written by the band Hunter Valentine. It is the perfect example of my life. You can guess which one is me, and which one I should be more like.

The name Hunter Valentine represents a certain kind of person…an attitude.
Think back to your days in junior high.
You’re at your school dance and you have been waiting for this day all year long.
Why? Well, because now your hopeful ass has the chance to slow dance with the love of your twelve-year old life.
When you finally stop sweating profusely and Total Eclipse of the Heart (your favorite song)
comes on, you decide it’s time to ask your crush to dance.
She’s sitting on the bench near the wall with her friends;
you approach slowly, but, just as you do… Jimmy Dean (the cool guy) grabs her hand and drags her to the washroom.
You follow. What do you see? Jimmy is smoking a cigarette in the girl’s room and when he finishes
he grabs her and they start making out. Fuck you Jimmy Dean.
So if now you ask, who is Hunter Valentine?
JIMMY DEAN. He is the heartbreaker that fucked up your chances. He is the bad ass inside you that comes out every once and a while. We say “he” but anyone can have a little bit of Hunter Valentine in them.
If you don’t love him, then you want to hate him. But you can’t. Because he is just himself
and he never promised you anything.

I have my far share of Jimmy Dean/James Dean moments, don't get me wrong. I just need to have more of them, and I will. I am going to work really hard at having this attitude more often. WWJDD?! I will keep you updated on exactly what he would do, and what improvements it causes.

- What would Jame Dean do?


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