Awkward Boys Are Awkward

I need a new hunting knife.
All my friends at work have really nice folding sport knives, and I want one, so that I can show it off and be all "I can carry this as part of my Search and Rescue pack" and "I deboned an elk!" too. Also, they really are useful for SAR, even though I don't go on too many missions these days.

Fsb has one that's rainbow. Seriously, a rainbow knife. The entire damn thing is shiny steel alloy that's been coated in titanium oxide stuff that causes the metal to shine all rainbowy. It's so sick.

Anyway, awkward knife-lust aside (not a serial killer, guys, really, when you live around this many rednecks it's hard not to pick up on certain things), it's been one of those randomly nice days again.

Yet again I am in the 'can't complain, but heavily bored' state of mind. With homecoming out of the way, my grades really high (won't last, but it's nice for now), and a full week until Skylab, there's really not too much stuff going on, so I have to rely on what little slivers of interest from boy-folk I can get for entertainment.

Of course, Fsb randomly texted me the other day, but by the time I checked my phone, it had been like an hour and a half and it would have been odd for me to text back when he had probably sent the text to several people as a ploy for conversation, which I'm assuming he got within that hour and a half, and was no longer in need of, especially from me.

The thing about Fsb that I've figured out is that he has this way about him that makes you feel like you need his approval, and it's 50/50 that you'll get it or not. But his approval, whether I have it or not doesn't actually matter, he just makes it seem like it does. I don't even think he realizes that he does it.

So, leaving that one where it lies as I have vowed to close the book on him, and therefore shall not, repeat, shall not pick up my phone and text him because now I'm wondering again about the way his puzzling little mind works. Shall not. Really.

In other boy-related news, this emo-esque guy I met at a party told me that he was interested in me, but got non-interested vibes back so he gave up and dated my friend. To which I was like, Yes, definitely not interested in the guy who adds literally 8-10 new girls as friends on Facebook every day. If I had known, maybe I would've done something about it, stupid!
But I didn't say that. Instead, I said "Oh. Thanks." because what else does one say to the semi-(who am I kidding)-really-cute guy who tells you you're gorgeous and then says he lost interest?

It's sort of a cluttered situation. Not quite messy, but not exactly pristine when it comes to the level of awkwardness that will inhibit all future conversation. He's going to Skylab, I hope if I see him there it won't be too awkward...

Speaking of awkward, there's a rather obnoxious boy from choir who's been trying to get my attention lately. He's a little emo kid too. God damn, am I a punk-magnet or something?

Anyway, this kid has been going to very weird lengths to try to impress me; he keeps switching up his game every time he realizes that I am still [veryveryvery] uninterested and it's becoming rather interesting to see which tactic he'll try next. He's already tried the boast-about-past-hookups tactic, the I'm-a-badass-because-I-did-drugs tactic (which totally backfired when I called him on being full of shit, which he was. I don't think the kid would recognize an acid trip if elephants in blue tutus were defining it for him), and most recently, the I'm-a-raver-too! tactic.

He almost had me on that one, and then I asked him if he'd be going to Skylab and he said "what's that?" And then his clever ruse was found out. Any real raver, especially one who clued in in any way to the community, would know exactly what Skylab is.
Skylab is the biggest indoor rave in Colorado, it happens annually, and is huge.
Emochoirboy = Poserific!

It'll be interesting to see which tactic he employs next; if he keeps trying anyway.

Ah, such fun.
For as much as I bitch and moan about how ugly and unattractive I perceive myself to be, I'm evidently doing something right to at least be capturing the attention of a few punk rock boys, even if I can't capture the attention of the Fiestyskaterboy that I actually find intriguing. I don't even know if I care right now, I mean, bipolar self-esteem aside, I'm fairly sure of myself these days.

I don't need a man.
Especially not a puzzle or a punk.
Fuck that shit :)

Julia