Cute Girl
Report
A little back ground: These
were weekly reports written when I was getting my college boy degree. I'm
currently pursuing a career as governer which explains and excuses the drunken
spelling. Dave Ninja saved my email reports and compiled 'em into one big
mound of crap.
Due to unpopular
demand, I've broken this down into month size chunks. Lucky you.
SEPT - OCT
- NOV - DEC - JAN
- FEB - MARCH -APRIL
- MAY
Okay, here's the set-up. I met
this girl the first day of school, and then lo and behold she turns out to
be in one of my classes. I came home, and started writing the Cute Girl Report
up on my roommate's wall. Some days it kinda sucks, and some days it ain't
so bad. But it is long and it is text based, and after all, you are just killing
time at work or between classes.
Wed., Nov. 1: CG shows up,
she missed Monday because she was studying for an exam. She complains that she
missed the Castro Street Halloween thing for the first time in 6 years, so she
could go see "Phantom." Then she talked about how great "Phantom"
was, and how she saw it for free because her friend had tickets. I was waiting
for some explanation of how her friend got tickets (Directed it? Owns the theater
maybe? Wrote, starred, and produced it?), but no luck. She did some more talking
too, but I wasn't really paying attention, so I can't remember any of it.
Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 16:45:57
-0800 (PST): CG shows up in class and doesn't say much. After class she
asks me if I went to any punk rock shows this weekend. When I say three of 'em,
she snickers and says, "Gilman?"
in a drawn out way. Gil-man. Nope, I say. Before I can ask her how went her
raving, we're interrupted by the prof who's setting up a campus
museum job for me. As CG and I leave she coughs 'cause she's sick. Wednesday,
I'll have to ask if it was all her raving that made her sick.
As a Cute Girl side note, Dave
Ninja and I drove down Haight on Saturday hoping to spot her. No such luck.
She's elusive game outside of school.
A message on our hunting...
---------- Forwarded message ----------
Date: Mon, 6 Nov 1995 21:51:18 -0500
From: Cbubble@aol.com
Subject: Re: CG Report 11/6/95
Bravo, good hunting, old boy. Next
time wear big floppy hats and leave atrail of X, you might get lucky. Perhaps
if you took a lot of X you might beable to see her. I have a feeling the stuff
makes you invisible to all nonusers.
good luck
Date: Wed, 8 Nov 1995 18:02:26
-0800 (PST)
Subject: Wed., 11/8
I walk in and CG says, "I like
your Hawaiian shirt. It's very archaeological. It seems like archaeologists
like those things." The prof wears 'em a lot and so did the prof who organized
the dig in Ireland she went on. I ask her to tell me a rave
story, and she says she's going to one, two weekends from now. I say, no tell
me a story about one. CG replies, "I went to one a while back and it seemed
like there were only weirdos there. Bobby the guy from New York with the huge
belly was only wearing overalls, and his belly was hanging out. It's not a party
unless Bobby's there. Me and my friends were all 'Whooo! It's Bobby!' it's so
funny." And then she starts laughing thinking back. I asked if she was
wearing a Cat-in-the-hat hat, and she said she's not that kind of raver.
Then she told me lots of people at raves
suck on pacifiers 'cause the X makes 'em grind their teeth. She just toughs
it out. You gotta love that Cute Girl.
Date: Sun, 12 Nov 1995 23:18:42
-0800 (PST): It was Veteran's Day, so I cut class. Okay, not really. I cut
class for a dumber reason--Lil Bunnies
practice. Not to whore out the Cute Girl to push my own personal agenda, but
the Lil Bunnies recorded on Sunday.
Maybe that limey
will still want to put out the record. I dunno.
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