♪: ac/dc - shoot to thrill

The time 9PM.
Me and Emily were walking around SG, just coming back from the train. While we were sitting down at the library, Emily wanted to waste five minutes of her life on a cigarette (literally) and said she couldn't find her lighter. There's only so many places she would have left it was the train. So, while I'm the one fetching it (because you have to climb a bit to get in there) some sirens are really loud. It's a very prominent sound so there's no mistaking. SInce I'm trespassing and have things on me, I'm so cautious to hurry and retrieve her lighter. Suddenly, as I think the sirens are slowly popping my eardrums, Emily says in some daring, hitherto tone, "Omg, Heather, I'm not even joking, come here!"
I freak the fuck out and come hurdling out of the train and on the ground, in a near run, out of breath, saying, "What? Where is it?"
Emily looks at me funny and says, "What? I found my lighter." She holds it up in the air and waves it.
"WHAT! Not cool! Not cool!" I put one hand on one knee and point, chest heaving so the heart wouldn't ram into my ribs, "Not cool!"
"What? The sirens?" And she giggles.
"Omg!" And I look to the train, to her and just heave some more. We keep walking.
Emilys turns to me, in a half smile, half reminiscent way, "I didn't even hear the sirens, I'm sorry."

Hahahahaha. It makes me laugh just thinking about it.

♪: sir mix a lot - baby got back

Usually, when it's so boss outside that I can hardly stand how mankind can stay entombed inside their houses and airtight cars, I go to SG and chill. I just sit at Flavor Isle, write, read, watch people as they awkwardly glance at me... You know, the usual. So, as I decide to walk back, I was going to walk with the traffic (right side of the road) because I don't like people being able to stare at me as they're coming up from the road. But, something inside my head told me to stay on the left side (against the traffic).
As I'm walking, coat on, notebook and novel smashed against my chest, some old 80s type car stops and inches beside me as I walk. Curious, I glance over. He's on the right side (with the traffic) and I'm on the left (against), so, there's a lane between us.
"Need a ride?"
I don't answer at first and just shake my head with a smile, "No, thanks." And I continue walking.
He inches forward a bit more. He asks me something that sounds like, "The train." I couldn't hear, too much noise in the background plus my ears are stopped up.
"What?" I stop, turn to him, holding my items tighter.
He opens his mouth to repeat, but he sees there are cars slowing down behind him and cars passing between us and waves it off, rolling up his window.
Officially irked, I take a side road, cross the street and am walking the path to my car when I hear a car slowing down and this, "I asked you what your name was."
In shocked mode that this man had the balls to go down the street, turn around, see that I had crossed into some side street back-road, answer, "Oh, Heather."
He's talking to me through his passenger window, his arm on the steering wheel, showcasing some old looking tattoos (probably got them when he got the car). His hair in some 80s rocked style, crossed between some curly-q or mullet, I'm having a hard time deciding. His black, stretch-top shirt is tucked in some washed out blue jeans. I'm wondering if this is literally some blast from the past.
"Oh, well, nice meeting you."
Shocked, again, I ask, "What?" Not meaning I needed him to repeat himself, actually meaning why in the hell would you say that? You just don't stop and ask obvious underage girls their name and if they need a ride. I was offended.
"Nice to meet you, yeah." He nods his head with a tight smile as if trying to pull off I was the weird one.
"Yeah, you too." And he drives off.
Needless to say, I didn't go anywhere else but my car, haha.

I'm more than likely over-thinking that moment. But, it did irk me. He probably thought I was someone he knew or something, but still. You just don't do that to people.

♪: g.고릴라 - 일년 동안

Pedro is so stupidly egotistical:
(This is a text between us last night.)

Pedro - On a scale from 1-10 (not factoring in my fantastic personality, solely on looks) what would rate of as?
me - Why?
Pedro - Was having a conversation with people, just answer
me - Uhhhhh. A five.
Pedro - What! Quit lying i am so a 10.
me - In all honesty I don't find you cute. Just moderate, average. I don't look at you and want to cry.
Pedro - Lol so you saying that the majority of people are 5s?
me - Basically. There are a lot of conventional looks. I hardly see people who impress me with their genes.
Pedro - Ok how about with personality?
me - Probably an 8/9. I love your brain haha.
Pedro - Lol
me - .... Glad you chuckled.

♪: chicago soundtrack - roxie

Emily and me hung out in the train again. I was there probably for a half hour alone, waiting on her and I discovered, I'm very limber in the sense I can jump from place to place.

From the second step, I just jumped, grabbed onto the bar and swung myself off and land on the floor. Perfect ten. It's awesome as shit. Just to go open the door for her. If you knew me, you'd be fucking amazed I can do it. I can also take a couple of jogs forward, jump in the air and grab the bars. Haha. Emily was like, "Wtf?"
If I were to stand under them, on the ground, reach up, my fingertips would just scrape. So, it's not low.

In the train, there are condoms. Two, apparently. Emily stepped on one, hahahaha. ANYWAY.
Took pics of them and found their wrappers so we took pics of them. Found some cigarette bud that wasn't there a couple of days ago. I'm wondering who goes in there besides me and my selected few? I want to meet them.
(One of the condoms was a magnum, haha.)

MET Jacob, finally, after two years of not being able to really talk.
I gave him my phone number, haha.
I miss him. I want to hang out in the train with him.
We're exclusively platonic.