Police Internship Day 6

• First day after my haircut. Was able to fix it and make it look good.
• Got there right at 9.
• Went to a few places with Detective U. Saw him be all detectivey at those few places.
• Went to lunch with a few people. Was told by DU that he was surprised I wasn’t pickier or something and was like actually eating more than he thought I would (?).  I don’t know what he meant exactly, but maybe something about me being quiet/shy/girl(not eating or whatever in front of guys.) Umm…. I kind of like food and would never diet and don’t really care who i’m eating in front of. Also, girls who don’t like eating in front of boys are wierd.
• Talked about music with DU. He thinks I have crap taste in music. What-ev Jonas Brothers are the greatest! I didn’t actually tell him I like the Jonas Brothers. I did tell him I went to a Jessica Simpson concert. I’m thinking that I will stick to telling anyone there that I like country music and not Britney Spears/Miley Cyrus/Other stuff that they probably think is the worst stuff ever.
• During the talk about music I was once again asked what year I was born. (Answer: 1987) After I told him that he said something about the song that we were listening to being from like fiveish years before I was born. Umm… Most of the music we listened to seemed to be. I think the newest song I heard was from like 1997.
• Also, I agree that Kanye West the person annoying, but his music entertaining, fun, danceable.
• I might actually get to see the entire process of a thing from start to finish.
• I might be getting a badge thing tomorrow.
• Walked home. It was super nice outside.

Police Department Internship Day 2

• Hung out with Dispatchers for a little bit. (Oh. Emm. Gee. It was someone not male. It was a SHE!)
• Went to shooting range with Dare officer K.
• While driving around to the different places we were listening to satellite radio. DOK (dare officer k) kept asking me who sang the songs that were playing. I recognized about none of them. Most of them were like way old though. Apparently I need to learn good music. Each time though I would look at who was singing and I at least heard of the person/bands. Also, the songs that were playing were probably like the least popular song that the band/person wrote. Two of the people I did know were Taylor Swift and Keith Urban. (Yay! for not super old music.)
• DOK asked me what type of music I liked. My thoughts went like this: Britney Spears? Don’t say her I will get told I have horrible taste. Miley Cyrus? Don’t say her I wil be told something about horrible taste, Jonas Brothers? Oh Gawdddd I probably have closer taste to the middle schoolers he was teaching than whatever he considers good. Meg & Dia? They seem safe. I said them. He has never heard of them. & he claims to have good taste in music? What-Ev.
• Also, apparently if you say poppyish it can sound like poppyfish. I don’t know what poppy fish is, but I kind of like the word now. Is there a fish called poppy fish? I should google that. Meh. Maybe not. Don’t really feel like it.
• Ate some Subway.
• A song came on in Subway and he asked who sang it. It sounded familiar and I couldn’t think of his name. He started describing him and I still couldn’t remember his name. I said I knew what he looked like, but I couldn’t remember his name. I described him & I finally remembered. ELVIS! Yup. I forgot about ELVIS! kind of. (Not sure why, but I kind of like spelling his name like that. ELVIS! Ha. Probably not interesting to anyone but me.)
• Went to the high school and an elementary school to talk to people. Was slightly embarrased at the elementary school. Officer told me that I had to tell a joke to a stranger. I told him I couldn’t think of one. The truth was that I thought of one,  but the only one I could think of was one I read on the internet about viagra. I didn’t really want to tell that to a stranger or DOK.
• Heard a song by Taylor Swift. I think it was Love Story,  but I can’t remember. I think it is better to listen to music that I don’t know, because I usually sing when i’m listening to music and that would have been kind of wierd..
• Went To Kahler Middle School with Dare officer.
• Saw something that I don’t think i’m allowed to talk about. It was kind of totally awesome.
• Played wiffleball with Dare officer and 7th graders.
• Received a blue jolly rancher from a student. Ate it. It was blue. Realized my toungue might be blue. No one said anything. Yay for it just being a blue tongue and not my lips.
• At the end of the day I didn’t seem to get sunburned I thought.
• Got home. Looked in mirror. Nose and chest both sunburned. Nose more. I’m like rudolpoh.
• Realized that some of the stuff in this internship kind of reminds me of middle school. In middle school some of the guys on my bus when they sat next to me or in the seat in front or behind me would make comments about how I talk so much and need to quit talking. Apparently regardless of age certain jokes about quiet people need to be made. I’m pretty sure the middle schoolers and the people today said the exact same thing.
• Based on these last two days I definately need to get over this whole quiet thing. Either that or continue to feel slightly awkward around people. Regardless though I probably will.

And i’m back to being a thirteen year old girl meeting the jonas brothers.

I know I said I wasn’t going to talk about B anymore or I was going to try to, but it seems I am going to take that back at least for this one. Yesterday I was on the phone with him talking and it was like awesome and good and stuff. He asked me if I really did want to go there (Where he goes to school.) for a weekend. I told him that I did and that it really sucks not having a car/license/way to get there and if I could I would want to.  I told him I could maybe take a bus or train to get there. He said he would drive here and drive me back there. (Oh. My. Gosh. He is willing to drive so that I can go there? He is AWESOME.) I told him I would rather the bus or train thing and that if he did tat I would pay him like a million dollars or however much for gas and stuff. Then he asked what we could do if I went there for a weekend. I told him we could go to Walmart. (I kind of totally think walmart is the worst store, so basically I was telling him that if I was somehow able to visit him I would even be willing to suck it up and deal with the whole there isn’t much to do in terre haute because visiting him for a weekend there would be awesome.) He kind of laughed and said something about how going to Walmart would be such a great date. That was when I kind of turned into the thirteen year old girl. I mentioned nothing about a date. All I said was visiting for a weekend would be fun. He was the one who mentioned a date. {squeak}

And then of course I ruined it.

I get distracted kind of easily and I noticed something under my bed and it looked like a white box. I interupted him and said something about what is under my bed. Then I said sorry and he went back to talking. I was still listening to him talk about us having a date at Walmart (Thinking about that and every time I write it I smile and laugh because seriously? A date at Walmart? Kind of funny.) and when I realized what the white box was I started laughing. He asked what it was and since I was laughing he asked if he wanted to know or if it was better if he didn’t. I told him what it was. Then we got off the phone. Ugh. We were discussing a maybe date and I had to get distracted. Sucks.

Also, having a guy who would drive fourish hours so that I could visit him for a weekend and have a date is like the awesomes thing that someone has ever said. Between that and flying a plane I could possibly be having some of the awesomest dates ever in the future.

The one bad thing is that a little while ago I remembered something that i’m not sure happened. I remember saying something when we were getting off the phone, but I can’t remember if I actually said it. I am definately not writing it here because I am incredibly embaressed about what I maybe said. I wish I knew if it was a dream or if it was actually said. The thing is it isn’t something  I can ask him if I said. If I ask him and I did say it then well I will be incredibly embaressed and want to die. If I ask him and I didn’t say it (Or said it in a dream.) then he will find out what I said in a dream and oh my gosh that would be embaressing and I would want to die. I’m just going to hope that if I did say it to him that he doesn’t say anything about it. This is why I shouldn’t talk on the phone when i’m tired. I don’t remember the conversation and I end up saying stuff that is really embaressing sometimes. Ergh.

We are talking on the phone tonight though I think so hopefully I don’t say anything bad. Maybe we will talk about me going there some more. I need to not get distracted.

Bestest conversation ever… so far.

Yesterday I was texting B. He was in Detroit for some conference thing. We were having our usually type of conversation. I said something and he told me I shouldn’t say things like that. When I asked him why he told me because we are 300 miles apart and couldn’t see each other. (He has told me this before about things I have said.) Then I looked up the distance and we were actually only 271.6 miles apart. But then he wasn’t in Detroit anymore so I had to look up the distance from another place and it changed to 252.6 miles apart. I told him that unfortunately even though it was closer we still couldn’t see each other.

Then… He told me that the more we talk the more he likes me. (I was laying in bed while we were texting and at this point I may have done a wierd little dance while laying in bed. I may also have sounded like a 13 year old girl meeting the jonas brothers.) Then he said how he doesn’t know if that’s good because we don’t live near each other and so there is the whole distance thing and we don’t agree on much. That kind of burst my bubble and I went from happy dance meeting the jonas brothers to 13 year old learning the jonas brothers died. He also said I should probably take some time to get over J. Ugh. Why does he have to be nice? Why does he have to say that? Why can’t he just like..? (I don’t know what I am trying to say here, but there’s something I just can’t figure it out.) Even though that kind of annoys me it’s good.

Then he said something about how opposites really do attract since we don’t have much in common. I didn’t respond right away and he sent a message that said unless you (meaning me) don’t feel the same way. I told him I did feel the same way and then I told him that we both like reeses pieces better than M&Ms. He said we could negotiate compromises over a bag of reeses pieces. Ha. Then I was trying to think of something else to tell him we had in common and honestly the only thing I could think of was.. I like wearing bikinis and you like looking at people who wear bikinis. Ya.. after I realized I couldn’t think of anything else I realized just how little we have in common.

Then he said something about how even though we don’t agree one much there isn’t anything that would affect the other person enough where we would need to compromise. I told him that I wouldn’t ask him to stop using his animal testing shower products and he wouldnt have to give up bacon. He told me that he wouldn’t make me change toothpaste. Then I told him that I planned on making him try a veggie burger.

It may not be facebook pictureable

but it is definitely worth a twitter or blog post.

Some people take pictures and say that is so going on facebook or something similar. I don’t do that. Things happen and I immediately think to put it on twitter or on here. Pretty much everyone I know doesn’t realize I have this. I have a link to get here on my Myspace and Facebook page, but I have never actually told anyone about it. There are times when something happens and it makes me think of something I read on the internet and I will almost say something about how I read it on ___’s blog and it was funny and blagh blagh blagh. Then they would probably ask who they are how I know them and blagh blagh blagh. There was this thing that happened in high school with me talking to people on the internet so even though I could explain this one and it isn’t weird and creepy and bad well I would rather not have the high school thing possibly brought up. It’s not like it is the same thing like at all, but I know they would end up saying something about how I need to be careful because of what happened in high school and I don’t really want to hear that. There are also times when I think about something I wrote here and a response that I got from it. I have the same reason for not saying this about how I don’t want to be told about be careful because of what happened in high school. (And that sentence that I just wrote sounds kind of horrible, but I don’t really feel like fixing it.)

(One person that I know has come here and read it is my sister. She is referred to as S on here. In like October or Novemeber or sometime around then I noticed someone was coming here from Facebook. At the bottom of one of my posts I asked who it was. My sister commented and said it was her. When I found that out I worried about what I have written about her or A. Then I realized that any complaining I may have done about them on here we have argued about in person so I didn’t really need to worry.)

The thing that made me think about this was something that B said recently(ish). I always ask him randoms questions and one of the things I asked him he responded by saying “I can’t tell you that. It’s too personal. That would be like reading each others journals.” (He ended up answering the question like an hour later. I don’t remember the question, but with all the highly inappropriate my mom would kill me if she knew I was discussing this with a boy type of questions this was not one of those at all.) When he said that I kind of froze and if he could see my face i’m sure he would have asked what was wrong. (I sometimes really suck at hiding what i’m thinking.) All I did was ask if he had a journal and if then I wondered if since I said that he would say anything about this. He didn’t. That made me feel kind of totally better. In a previous post I have said “I am like a thirteen year old girl and he is like all three Jonas Brothers in one.” Basically if he read this recently he would probably think it is weird how much I write about him. I sent him a text message on Monday night/Tuesday morning kind of freaking out majorly and then the next day I was nervous about what he would say. I thought that he would either think I was psycho and weird and would never want to talk to me or he would still be willing to talk to me. (In case you don’t know this: I am kind of totally dramatic. Yes, I do know that. No, it will probably not change.) Sometimes during the day we text each other and at night we talk sometimes. I decided to not text him first that day because I sent him a really really really long message at like 2 in the morning and considering during the phone conversation Monday night he told me I was kind of annoying I didn’t want to be more annoying. He sent me a message that basically said he was glad that I feel comfortable talking to him.

Oh I almost forgot about the April thing. (That’s a lie.) B said I was annoying him about wanting to know about April. He told me that the only reason he even told me about it was because he was drunk. That sucks. I feel really bad about annoying him so I told him I would stop bugging him. He said he would possibly know more about it on Tuesday (1/20). I still haven’t said anything about April to him. It is definitely something that is on my mind and I want to know what it is. I don’t even care if he asks me to go with him anymore. I probably annoyed him too much and if he was going to ask he probably isn’t anymore. Now I just want to know what it is. On Monday (Which was the day I told him I would stop asking about it.) I asked him if there was a chance I would know by Friday. He said maybe. Tomorrow is Thursday and after that is Friday and not being able to ask anything sucks. I know I was being annoying so I totally wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t tell me and didn’t ask me. This sucks. Plus, in the text message I said a whole bunch of stuff about J and as far as boys go right now I am very blagh. It’s not until April though so he could totally not ask me until like February or Marchish and that would still be enough time. I hope he asks. {fingers crossed}

One last thing: My first boyfriends name started with a B and my second one started with a J. Heh. BJ. I think it’s kind of funny. (& Yes those are the same as the ones I talk about in this post.)