It Followed me Home, Can I Keep it?
P.S. WebCam is up!
A few strange people, a few strange occurences:

It's happened twice this week; I've seen someone who's just taken my breath away. I haven't spoken to either of these people, nor do I find them THAT stunning; they just have that certain quality about them that I find alluring. More than alluring, really- a sort of heart-stopping flutter that makes me an idiot. Fatal attraction? What amuses me the most is that one of them is female. I haven't had a girl turn me to pudding since Kendra Clark my Freshman/ Sophomore years in high school. BOY did that give me a complex. She was way out of my league and I was insisting I was straight. Hah. In any case, this new girl I've seen in the locker room twice. Blue zip speedo, killer figure... just pleasant looking, but she drives me crazy- I think I scare her because I stare. The other is a fellow I saw in the weight room today, looks a lot like Justin and has the same first-impression feeling that I had when I first met Justin. Crazy green eyes. I wouldn't consider approaching either of these people even if I were single. The feeling they give me is the kind of "fantasy eye-candy autonomous entertainment" feeling. To talk to them would be to break the seal, it's better to watch and wonder. I'm a giggling schoolgirl. (and.... entirely monogamous for the longest period in my life.... )

Leaving the SRC today, I saw one of the clerks coming out on his bike. I was walking by when he said, enthusiastically, "Hi Kat!!" I don't think I've ever talked to this guy before so I looked around for a while to make sure he was talking to me. He was. So I greeted him (I don't know his name.... ) and chatted for a minute. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! This happens to me SO much. How do these people know me?!??! Am I Tyler Durden? Do I run Project Mayhem at night? Do I lead a secret life? He was really nice and friendly but HOW does he know me? The only way I can think he'd know my name is because I've told him it X many times while signing up for EFX runs. Hum.

Here's the kicker: Biking under onyx bridge, waiting for the light on Franklin. Another bicyclist pulls up, idles a minute, says, "Excuse me!"

Me: Um... yes?
Him: Are you from around here?
Me: Um... yes
Him: What is there to do on a Friday night? I just moved here.
Me: You're asking the wrong person... but.... (light turns green) Um, I'm heading this way, are you?
Him: Sure, I'm just out for a ride
Me: Well.. (continuing across the street, elaborating on what little I know of Eugene's night life)

I just kept biking home because I had to get back, eat, and change before the Tan Dun concert at 8 (which was strange but cool). He biked with me and chatted about things, him asking about me, me about him. Mostly he wanted to know what was going on about town. At one point he asked me if I wanted to do something with him this evening. I was a bit weirded out and a little flattered. Picture me in no makeup after lifting weights, hungry and tired being talked up by a highly extroverted frat boy type. This guy was nothing short of utterly normal. Not my type but definitely the type most girls crave. Probably a serial rapist or something. In any case, I still hadn't mentioned that I had a boyfriend so I declined his invite and explained I was going to a concert. I said that maybe I could show him around a bit later since he was new in town but he didn't have a phone number yet at his new place. Luckily he seemed to get the cue and when I told him I travelled a lot on the weekends, he asked, "with your boyfriend, I assume?" It wasn't the MOST tactful way to ask but it worked quite nicely. Kasey, Aaron, John and others, take a hint from Christoff. I was really surprised that he asked me. Usually I feel like I lead guys on because there's no good way to slip it into conversation. It didn't fall totally flat either. He wanted to come use my phone (which I wouldn't have let him do had I not known Justin was making dinner.) It was pretty priceless: he drooled over Rupert for a minute or two and I took him up to the apartment and he said "that's the boyfriend, I assume?" I think I detected a bit of dejected sarcasm in his voice.

You should have seen Justin when I brought him in, it was like "Um, Justin, this is Christoff... he's going to use our phone."
Justin: (hackels cautiously raised) hey.
Christoff: yo.
Me: dum de dummm.... (now waiting for Christoff to leave)

It really was the weirdest thing, this guy kind of just adopted me. He was so normal. Probably a psycho. But I guess I look like a sorostitute sometimes anyway. Probably thought I'd be his type. Hah. I love to prove them wrong.

Anyway, those be the amusing stories of Friday. Justin and I got back from the Tan Dun concert a little while ago. We went to Prince Puckler's ice cream (the best hand-made ice cream in Eugene!!) again on the way home. We've been making it a once a week thing per my request. I need to get over my stupid food guilt and realize that eating a sundae once a week will not make me fat. Plus, it was Friday and the Euphoria Sundaes were on sale. I had a single-scoop chocolate cheesecake sundae with euphoria sauce, whipped cream, nuts, and bananas. While I didn't enjoy the ice cream that much (I should have gotten the chai in a cone), I convinced myself to eat the whole thing. I work out so I CAN eat this shit, not so I can deprive myself of it. There are plenty of people in this world who can't have ice cream or deprive themselves of it. Very well, I shall eat it for you, if you insist! Glut glut... look at me. I deserve it. ^^ I felt like a princess in my dress at the concert, definitely got a few looks.

( you see? this is why I don't like talking about food, figure, or fitness in my weblog. it either sounds like i'm whining, berating myself, or bragging... while I do feel these things, it just seems so trite and so embarrasing! it takes a lot of courage to devote a whole weblog to it. that, and a lot of self-absorbtion! another reason you haven't seen the entry from me yet, i'm having a hard time writing about myself... geh)

Ok, now I've written WAY too much today. But I'm always so satisfied after I write something, whether it be nonchalant or personal. Words have such power to them. They are my essence. Body and soul. I am the word, I am noun, verb, and adjective. When I feel sexy, I'm a conjunction. Ooh la la. Time for some adult SchoolHouse Rock. Ok, I'm shutting up. Time for bed. Mata ne!