I'm sick. And boys are drama.

Somehow, I got sick talking to Jose on the phone the other night. I was on my couch talking to him, when I decided to move to the floor. I have a couch in place of a bed by the way. I had a bed, don't get me wrong. I just decided to get one of those couches that turns into a bed instead. Which is weird, seeing as how I don't use the bed. I just sleep on the couch.

I seem to digress a lot. It just shows you that I am always thinking on top of thinking. Anyway, I moved to the floor to continue talking to Jose because my phone charger isn't long enough to reach my couch. I think it was because I didn't bundle up under the blankets while I was laying down on the floor talking away. I believe it was that, combined with the ceiling fan being on. I guess in all actuality, it was my fault...

Now, I'm stuck with a stuffy nose, a somewhat sore throat and I feel "hot". Temperature-wise, not look-wise (although I won't negate the attractive one...).

So, I state in my title that boys are drama... The reasoning behind that you ask?

Well, if you asked yourself, you must obviously be a boy. Now, don't go off and assume that I think all boys are problematic. Or that they're all bad. Or even that they're all after one thing. Truth be told, those boys make the good guys look bad.

Zachary Todd McReynolds. I met this boy... let's see. I'm going to say 3 years ago. We met online and I was infatuated. I met him only once in the whole time we were "going out". Apparently when I was 15, I had no idea that long distance relationships don't work like you'd like them to. I lived in Dallas and he lived (still does) in Grapevine.

Anyway, he keeps telling me to stop talking to him every time we begin to talk again. With that being said, it isn't I that contacts him, HE contacts me.

Example time!

"Hey Diana. I miss you."
"Hey Zach, I miss you too."
(About 1 week of having talked to each other again, out of nowhere, I get:)
"Hey, don't ever f*cking talk to me again."

Uh... wha... ok?

The cycle always repeats itself.

I was half joking when I told James (a guy I met last year) that I was going to post a blog about my feelings towards him now that he has a girlfriend...

Anyway, I like him. Hope things go good for him. Smart move on his part overdosing on drugs and ending up on the hospital. Made me worry only to find out that he did that to himself. I guess you just have to use your insurance to reap the rewards of what your government is offering you. I wish I had health insurance.

What I do have is feelings. Don't tell me that you like me and then tell me all this nonsense of how "Oh, I would have gone out with you if I didn't have a girlfriend". No, if that were the case Russell Fratus, you would have chosen me over her in the first place...

The mechanic I have a crush on at work just came by my desk and we had a little conversation before he left home. Here's how our conversation went (I'm in bold):

(He's walking by my desk and I look up.)
Hey.
Hey.
Going home?
Yeah, but first I have to get someone to unlock the service building... I left my keys in there.
Oh, that sucks.
Yes.
So... I'm sick.
Are you? Remember: chicken soup!
I know, I think I'm going to get some after work.
Or better yet, chicken broth.
Ha, no. I'm going to get chicken soup. I like little pieces of chicken in my broth. I'm going to go up to Chik-Fil-A and get some.
They have it there?
Yeah, with little pieces of carrot. I don't like the celery in it. I always pick the celery out. It's so weird. The way it's shaped.
(I make an arch with my hand and call it celery)
I see...
(He was about to leave, but since I like talking to him, I pull out Chicky, a wind up plush chick)
Look, I got a little chicken.
Oh, chicky.
I talk to him sometimes. He keeps me company at work.
(He looks at me weird.)
I talk to him sometimes when it's slow.
Oh... Haha, talking to yourself.
It's really interesting. He told me the theory of relativity the other night. And I look at him and say, "So you're made in China, huh?"
Ha, China. (In a stereotypical asian voice:) Oh so sorree. I am chinese...
(I laugh. His impressions are funny.)
Are you sure he's not from Korea?
Yeah. He's from China. Where all the shoes are from. Koreans make donuts.
They also make shoes. They have a knock off of Nike.
Nike? Are you sure?
Yeah, and Skechers.
What? Skechers. Like they're selling like hot cakes...
Well, apparently in Korea.
Um, depends where you buy your hot cakes from.
(We start naming off shoe brands the Koreans make and concluded that they do not in fact make Diesels.)
Well, I have to go get them to unlock the building. I see it now "Uh, can you unlock the door? I was stupid enough to leave my keys in there..."
Ha, that's terrible. Well, have a nice Sunday.
You too. (He waves bye and walks away.)
Bye.

Why do I have a crush on him? I like older men I suppose. He's 35. And he's half Japanese. And he's smart. (Trifecta!) I think I make it obvious that I am infatuated with him whenever he's around me. I wonder if I blush...

Another guy that I'm having trouble communicating with is Jarred. I thought that he stopped talking to me after we "met" because I had an overprotective father. We had planned to go out for coffee after work one day (this was back in December). As soon as I had stepped into his shiny, yellow mustang; Daddy Dearest calls and tells me not to go anywhere, that he was already on his way to pick me up. I can't believe it. I thought I was going to get coffee with this (gorgeous) boy. I had to sit in his car at the bazaar across from my work while my dad came for me. I tried to make conversation. I got responses. I just ran out of things to say or ask. Well, dad arrived and I left.

I didn't hear from him until about a week and a half ago from today. I thought I had scared him off with my "you're not allowed to do anything fun or go anywhere at all" father. No. That didn't do it. Nothing I did, did it in all actuality. He has a tendency of disappearing he said.

Great, I have a crush on Houdini.