doo doo dooo dodo dooo! [theme from Super Mario Brothers. . .that shining example of childhood joy]

I went to the mall with Sprite, Tom, Sean, and Kohei for the procurement of Anime and chocolate. Apparently Sean inevitably gives in to his desire for chocolate and buys some every mall-trip. In front of the hallowed candy store stood a young lady in apron and visor with a tray of free-chocolate-samples. Who knows what she thought as a pack of rabid college students descended on her.

"Do you want a free sample?" She asks. Looks at me and says "I know YOU want chocolate," referring to the Cathy-hardened theory that all women need chocolate. Personally, I'm addicted to other things like sleep and snuggling, but I won't turn down free treats. We all grab a sample. The lady tilts her head towards me: "What I really want to know is how you can stand to be the only girl with all these guys"

Oh is THIS my favorite question. I am the only girl on this little expedition, a slinky red skirt amidst casual slacks. I tell her that "generally I get along better with guys--women can be just too complicated. "

"And CATTY" she chimes in.

"Yes," I tell her, "they usually just don't like me. But these guys,"--I nod to the hoarde examining the contents of the store--"are always nice to me."

She smiles, nods, and holds up the tray. "You need another chocolate."

I think I finally found a woman who understands me, and she works in a chocolate store in Mentor. Sigh.

The fact is I used to hang out with mostly girls, up until highschool. It was a long history of being dumped by my girlfriends for more popular, less strange people, followed by me dumping the best clutch of friends I had for a guy. And so began my life as that one girl in a group of guys.

Girls, on the whole, seem so complicated and, yes, catty. It's probably more my fault than theirs, but it just takes so much to befriend one, maintain that relationship to the point at which you get to be true friends. Making friends with guys are easy. Loving things like scifi and roleplaying games and video games certainly doesn't hurt. Being attractive helps too--I'm going on what I've been told. Guys are honest and guys are just simpler all together. I have found my niche, and I'm sticking with it. So this one goes out to all the girls who hang out with guys, AND the guys who hang out with girls. Friends are wherever you find them. How's that an obvious statement?

I am not always right, but I guess on the subject of frequently posting: I am supremely right. You know, it used to be that I didn't get everything done just because my brain works like a spoiled 3-year old: occasionally and only with bribery or threats, and even then it usually will wander off to do something else like color or nap. Now, I'm not getting all my work done because there honestly isn't enough time to do it all. Finally, it has come to this critical-mass point; ironically I know this isn't even half as bad as it's going to be. Today is a week away from last entry. I spent the weekend on a field trip for Non-Vascular plants up at Shoals Marine Lab in new england.

New England is a funny place, and definitely a bit spooky; I kept hoping I'd run into Stephen King at a grocery store, like this kid in third grade once claimed to have done. THAT would have been pretty neat. But after getting run over by a van, perhaps someone else makes the excursions for him. This summer was a Stephen King summer, as I read several more of his works. You know, he really is a good writer, despite what anyone says. No frills, no fuss, just blood, gore, kinky sex scenes, and nostalgia. . .oh so much nostalgia. Oh well, the week is buzzing all over again, and I can't bear to go over the details again, it's tedious enough.