Life is far too plain ...

I've recently acquired a mini tub of vaseline, which is now my new best friend ... Yes folks, the temperature in Quebec this past months has reached toe-numbing lows of -40, sometimes worse. Trust me, that can do less than wonderful things to poor, defenseless lips.

Vaseline - The Ultimate Moisturizer

Besides, having my vaseline on my desk reminds me of when I was little, when there was always a tub in the pharmacy in the bathroom ... It was just there, timeless, it never ran out. The packaging hasn't changed much since, still the same plastic container with the blue lid and the peeling labels ...

I've looked at life from both sides now ...

The other day I got two very different pieces of advice from people at school.

One was from the boy's aforementioned ex-girlfriend. She told me to not get involved with the boy, that he broke her heart. I shouldn't let myself get "tangled in his web" or something like that. She told me he could be really sweet, but could turn around and be a real bastard too.

The other was from one of the boy's female friends, who asked me if I was dating him. I delivered the perennial answer of no, we aren't dating, I've known him since the second grade, bla, bla, bla ... She said it would be cool if we dated. As I wondered how this concerned her, I asked her why. She said we ... we just fit. We're good together.

Maybe we are. Then again, maybe this is just me and my crazy wandering imagination getting away from me again.

Remember when I said I had asked him to a movie, and he cancelled but took a raincheck for after the holidays?

That still hasn't happened. I'm thinking of asking him again for the end of exam week, but for all I know he could already have plans with his guy friends ...

A couple of weeks ago I was doing correction work on some stories the aforementioned ex-girlfriend had written for a project (She sucks at french ...)

I remembered last year, when the boy was dating another girl, J. She asked me to read over her history paper (She also sucks at french ...). Here I was, all confused about the boy, and his girlfriend comes and asks me for a favor ... I remember reading it, correcting it, giving it back to her.

Her thanking me ...

Him with his arms around her, saying "Thanks for helping out my girlfriend."

"My girlfriend." Exactly like that. Like he had to rub it in. Like it wasn't enough to rub salt in the wound, he had to jam an ice pick in there and slosh it around. I felt like I was in a teen movie, when the geeky loner harbours a crush for the popular boy, who is completely oblivious ... "My girlfriend." Exactly like that.

I told him about how I had done correction work for both of his ex-girlfriends (I left out all the details above ...).

Then I said "So you either have to find a smart girlfriend, or you have to start paying me."

He said, "Smart girlfriend? Is that a hint?"

I laughed. Good times. I'm not going to over-analyze it, because then I really would be that geeky loner in the teen movie.

I need a good cry. I haven't cried since I went to see "Cheaper by the Dozen" with my sisters and cousin and watched the misfit little boy run away ... I need a good cry.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night ...

p.s : I always appreciate people who leave messages in my guestbook, and I would really love to know who left the "From a friend" note recently ... It made my day.