A ‘Brief’ History of Timmy, Part XI

Silly me, I thought that college would weigh down on me, and make me lose touch with people. And so I created a Timmy Mailing List, so to speak. A way for people to keep tabs on me. It became quickly apparent that I am funny as hell. To keep people’s privacy, I began giving people TimmyNames. I dubbed my roommate “Ahab”, because it seemed like he was chasing his white women. Not far from the truth.

Barely settled into college, September 11, 2001 passed. I slept in, because I didn’t have classes on Tuesday. “Dude, the twin towers are gone! And the Pentagon!” My reaction: “So?” I saw the media blitz happen. And people ate it up. How Dubya used that day to justify an invasion of Iraq is one of the greatest public relations tricks of all time.

I was floating. Addicted to AIM, I had no other social contact. Then something rather unexpected happened: Angel IMed me. I was so shocked. I thought I’d never see her again. I had put her behind me. And there she was. I could ask her anything I wanted, and I’d get an answer. Why’d she dump me? Something to do with a disk of porn I gave to Lou. The bestiality things scared her. Hey, I liked to have a well-rounded collection. For the record, I stopped being a porn king just before I dated Angel. Porn was just a waste of time. Well. Until I got Direct Connect.

I was going home the next weekend anyway. So, Angel and I agreed to see each other. Something strange happened. I started to like her again. It was as if two years hadn’t passed. A chance to finish off what wasn’t finished before. She admited she made a mistake. She felt bad. I felt like I did when we dated. That feeling. It was surreal. Oh, and I started my sixth journal around this time.

I couldn’t tell her that I liked her. I was going to wait until I saw her. I promised myself I wouldn’t kiss her, when I saw her. I kept to that. We met at the mall, for lack of anywhere else. And, looking into her eyes, I just knew. In the JCPenney parking lot, we hugged each other. Two weeks later we saw each other again. We saw a movie and were otherwise good. I asked if she wanted to try again. She said yes, and we made out.

We talked on the phone, and unlike two years hence, we actually had real conversations. I saw her again, two weeks later. Something felt off, but as usual, I ignored it. It felt like the spark was gone. She was there in my room. I could kiss her. Maybe the thrill of the chase was what me and her were all about. I do know it was purely a physical thing. Lust. My instincts were right. After that weekend, she went AWOL on me. I hadn’t a clue. She was a necessary evil. By the time she went AWOL, I had adjusted to college, in a manner of speaking.

Around Thanksgiving, Kivudet and I were talking online about how we had no lives. A light bulb went off. “Hey, why don’t we hang out with each other?” All those years, he was minutes away. So, we “hung out” for the first time. We saw Shallow Hal and laughed when we heard, “I need yer balls. I need a man to give it to me straight.” We went to Chi-Chi’s, and started the trend of ordering taco salads. I had been there only once before, with Wendi.

I also remember going back to the High School over that break. It was something I had to do, to get it out of my system. I missed High School. It was what I knew. I walked around the school, remembering times past.

Around this time, Miami told me to leave her some notes on her “Open Diary”. I didn’t give it much thought. I got a diary, left a short entry, and left her a bunch of notes, setting a trend to come. Open Diary has turned out to be exactly what I’d do if I ever made my own website. It’s all about content. I started a website the summer before, and thought my entries would be basically like what I wrote for that.

During finals, a curious critter passed my diary, claiming that I sounded a lot like her. Despite being in hiding for finals, I IMed Skunkie. Turns out she went to school with Miami, and found my diary through a mutual friend. I went very slow with her. Relatively speaking. I didn’t talk to her often, but when I did, I was very open. She struck me as someone who understood me. I thought I might like her, but I shrugged it off.

Over winter break, Kivudet confessed to me that he had done with with Angel, and that’s why she went AWOL on me. (She was grounded.) Considering that he came clean and that Angel kinda used him, I let it go. It really didn’t bother me, for some reason. When he told me, I laughed. “Wow, she really got me there.” When Angel got back online, I talked to her, thinking I could make a friend out of her. Eventually, I realized that having anything to do with her would be absolutely pointless. I didn’t block her. I didn’t say anything to her. I just let her go.

Over that winter break, for the first time in my life, I was social. Kivudet suggested we get General Disk Error, and then Grunge. Grunge dated Jen my Junior Year. I hit on him like crazy. *laughs* We.. did stuff. I remember one night, in particular. We did donuts in the school parking lot, drove on the track, pissed on things around the school, and then got pulled over. Thankfully, since I’m so gentlemenly, I didn’t get a ticket. Woo.

Second semester of college commenced. That semester royally sucked. Ahab and I began to hate each other. It would be the middle of the day, us both doing shit at the computer, and he would spaz out from the noise I was making while typing. Yes. Typing. I believe he was an only child. He bitched a lot. He hated Tillett. I actually like Tillett. It’s all perspective. The RU Screw does exist, but he bought into it a little too much. Also, I had internet problems. I think I didn’t register my IP or something, so I couldn’t use it? So, I started IP hopping. *laughs* Oops. That got my port shut off. Eventually, I hauled my ass down to RESNET, and the head of RESNET told me that if I did that shit he would “shut me down”. *smiles*

With the rise of my life on Original Formula Open Diary, my mailing list went to shit. I eventually gave up on it. OD ate up a LOT of my time. I was such a NoteWhore. (Not that I’m not one now…) Every entry, I’d try to top myself. I didn’t write about myself much. Most entries were tidbits of advice and facts about life. I wrote about my love of masturbation, cunnilingus, and the female body. Worked EVERY TIME.

I’d fuck with my readers, as I still do. I’d randomly stop writing for two weeks, without explaination. I could never do that now.

One of the times my internet got shut down, I also decided to stop writing in OD and going on AIM. This left me with next to no social contact. Skunkie was there. The week previous, I randomly sent out a bunch of emails to people. Skunkie was one of the few who replied. That week, she was my only social contact. She got me through that week. One week without AIM or OD. I never want to do that again!