post 280: sunny day

Ahhh! Post 280! We're getting close!

It's sunny today, of all the days that I must stay inside and get homework done. Went to Costco to find a car cover for the car my parents bought me which I don't deserve, a new Honda Civic. I asked if I could bring up my old car, but it's pretty old and they don't trust it, so they bought me a new one. It's gorgeous and works wonderfully. They told me they got it because they're afraid that the old car might break down and that they're so proud of all my "hard work". I think they're just glad that I finally got a job. I'm so spoiled. Why are my parents so good to me?

Also went to the farmer's market and bought tomatoes and green beans. Yum. I'm trying to incorporate more vegetables in my diet. Also bought a rice cooker and cooked my first batch of brown rice. It turned out tasty.

Matt, my cinema friend's birthday, was the other day. He turned 21. Unfortunately I couldn't go because I had to work. That night, before the party, his best friend that was throwing the party called me. It was an interesting conversation.

Him: Hey, Elaine, so I heard you can't make it to the party?
Me: No, sorry. I really want to be there, but I have to work.
Him: When do you get off?
Me: Midnight.
Him: Well, we still might be partying...I mean, Matt really wants you to be there (he pauses)...I mean, you know, he wants everyone to be there.

I paused for a second. Matt wants me to be there?

Me: Call me up after midnight, and maybe I'll meet up with you guys. (I hang up.)

Matt wants me to be there? This intrigued me for the rest of my shift. I could not, for the life of me, work properly. What does this mean? Why did his best friend make the effort to call me? I could tell that he slipped that "wants you to be there" on purpose--it was like he planned to say it, but wanted to cover it up. L., my roommate, went and I called her after my shift. They were in the city. I didn't want to drive in, and it was pretty late, so I went home. Anyway, we'll see what develops in the following weeks...

And there's yet another boy at work who intrigues me...the boy who brought me milk and cereal (see post 277). I was at the desk the other night, and he waved to me, and my heart did a backflip. Why does stuff like this happen to me? All he did was wave to me, and I have a mini cardiac arrest. He came into the office to study at the desk behind me again. He ordered pizza for us to share.

"That's not fair, you keep buying me stuff!" I said.
"When did I buy you stuff?" he asked.

I mentioned the milk, a bottle of water that he bought me, and now this.

"It's part of my meal plan," he said. He gets money on his student id card for working/living in the dorms. He could use that money at the vending machines and at the market/pizza place that caters to the on-campus residents. He paused for a while, giving me time to contemplate the gift of late-night eating. Our backs were to each other. Him at his desk; me at mine. He could not see that I was smiling to myself, blushing, biting at my lip like I always do when boys are the perfect combination of loveliness and chivalry and my heart is doing backflips.

He added, jokingly, "You don't have to make out with me or anything..."

My eyes opened wide, my heart burst at its seams. What a comment to say! I didn't turn in my seat. I don't think he expected a reaction out of me, given that he knows that I am a shy person. I was shocked and flattered, rendered speechless. I didn't say anything until the pizza came.

Boys are so crazy sometimes!