Ah HA! I copied and pasted and now it's time to elaborate.
- new crush
- convention
- thoughts about blindness
- presentation review
- upcoming AZ trip
- sibling troubles
- repressed frustrations about school
Mr. Crush is 7 years older than me. I've met up with him twice before convention at NFBI meetings. He shaved off his facial hair and looks way younger than he is. But we seem to have great chemistry. He's "boring" according to ![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
coolheart. Let me weave the story of my weekend before I go any deeper into talking about Mr. Guy.
Friday: I spent the day at home. Sickness is not fun. Adam ended up IMing me and asking if I wanted to hang out. I don't get why he asks me instead of some of the other friends that are around town. I asked him why and he said that I was the only one worth hanging out with. We explored Player's Bench and I got to take a look at some ukeleles and 12 string guitars. Starbucks was the next stop. I treated myself to a grande pumpkin spice latte and green tea for Adam. I ended up purchasing a kazoo for Barb. We drove it to her house after our Starbucks run. Barb was all suprised. *grin* We visited Best Buy, KMart, Office Depot, and Borders. I wanted to look at netbooks and digital cameras. I've decided that I'd like to get my digital camera on Black Friday. We were heading to Jewel for OTC meds when Adam's mom randomly called my cell phone. I was surprised enough to hand the phone over to him while he was driving. Adam doesn't multi-task well. Good thing we were only in the parking lot. I felt kind of out of place just then. The fact that he didn't tell his family that he was hanging out with me. I don't even know how they feel about me. I still care, but at the same time, I don't. He's not really a part of me anymore. He's got Raya now. I'm not really a part of him either. I didn't even buy anything at Jewel. I also found out that Kelly went to the game early. I ended up missing out on the game and spent my night brooding in my house. Stomach churning and all upset. I fell asleep hoping tomorrow would be better.
Saturday: My father drove me to the metra station at 8 AM. I found myself at Jefferson Park at 9 AM. The bus terminal was right downstairs and surprisingly easy to find. A man asked me if I needed assistance, I asked him where the 81 bus was. He took me to the spot. I boarded the bus and sat down. I remembered to ask the driver if she would be stopping where I needed to get off. She said I was on the wrong bus. Fortunately for me, the bus was still in the terminal. She helped me to the rigth place. When I boarded the bus, I told the driver that I already payed the other driver. He let me ride with no questions asked. I listened to the automated voice and asked a woman iif the stop coming up was Cumberland and Bryn Myrr. She said yes, so I got off. Wrong move. I ended up getting lost. I was about 15 blocks away from the hotel. I ended up walking up and down the streets, west past the Des Plaines river. Almost in panic, I called Adam. He helped me by looking for at a map and directing me to the nearest intersection. My phone was almost dead. Fortunately for me, I got a hold of a cab. Just as I plopped down on the sidewalk, exhausted, both mentally and physically, a cab pulled up. You'd think that I would have a great rest of the way to the hotel. Nope - as soon as he pulled up, the driver saw my dog and asked me if there would be hair on the seat. He basically refused me a ride unless my dog sits on the floor. Being lost and having to walk around for 2 hours can put someone like me in a bad mood. I attempted to keep my voice calm and told him that my dog normally sits on the floor and that he wouldn't have to worry about his seats. Reluctantly, he agreed. The drive was at least 8 minutes. The hotel was north and east of where I was. I arrived just as the general session was ending. Finally, relief and the ultimate feeling of exhaustion... I met up with Glenn. Our room was a nice size with two nice beds. My stuff found itself on the floor. We headed back down for the luncheon. Eating with other visually impaired people has made me realize something. Patience is truly a virtue. There was some behavior that was completely unnecessary. The wait staff must've thought we were all bitter people. I was completely embarrassed and had no desire to sit there any longer. Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in the middle with situations like this. Glenn and I returned to the room. We just started talking. He's one of the deepest guys I've ever met. For someone to argue a point and turn around and confess what they've never done is truly something that I respect. Sure, he's got 7 years on me. Am I gross for even thinking I have a chance? I'm surprised he's that amazing of a conversationalist and that he talked to me for a full 3 hours. He lives like 30 minutes away from me and there is no direct transportation from my location to Elgin. Anyway, we talked until it was time to go down for the banquet.
The food was not exactly amazing, but I got a chance to listen to a speaker.He made it seem like sighted people were demons. Like all sighted people were completely incompetant. Sometimes I see where he's coming from. Other times, or rather, the majority of the time. I do not believe what he says is true.
I had a lot of fun at convention. And this post is late... but here it is...
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