There’s My Target

On the seventh, Friday, Mike went over to my cousin’s house to teach him how to play Magic.  So, I dropped him off, and told him I’d be back in about an hour, since he said that was about how long he’d need.  I decided to go to Target, cuz I thought Wal-Mart would be too long a drive.  I walked into Target, and as always, my eyes fell on the registers, searching for Jason.  Half-hoping I’d see him, and half-hoping I wouldn’t.  I didn’t see him there, but when my eyes wandered over to the food court . . . there he was.  I just walked on past, but I know he saw me.  Our eyes met.

Anyway, I don’t remember if I was there looking for something.  I may have just wanted to browse.  So, I walked around, and went past where they have the different atheletic stuff, and I found one of those C shaped things that’s supposed to help with crunches, as well as one of those things that you squeeze between your thighs, and it helps tone them.  So, I picked up the tummy cruncher, and went around more of the store.  Found Shrek 1 on DVD for $7.50 and I picked that up.  As I was going past the rest of the movies, I deided that I would talk to Jason.  I wanted to know how he was doing.  If he actually was okay.  I just had to hear it from his own mouth, I suppose.

I went up to the check out counter, and there was this lady in front of me, insisting that the things she bought were coming up the wrong price, and showing it to the girl in the catalogue.  When she was out of earshot, I couldn’t help saying to the cashier that this is why I was glad I worked in a dollar store.  Anyway, I checked out, and then went over to the food court.  I just went up to him, and asked if he was okay.  And he did comment that he thought I wasn;t talking to him.  I said to that that I’d heard he was in an accident, and I wanted to hear from him that he was all right.  We talked for a little while, I told him about playing DDR so much.  He said once again that he’s doing a diet-y thing.  Then tells me that he’d eaten a bag of M&M’s so far that day.  Okay, there was more than just those, but I can’t remember what.  I feel bad for him, cuz he says he has like six hours between his classes on Monday.  I didn’t ask what the rest of his class times were, though.  I did notice one thing.  When we were talking about Kean, we inevitably mentioned the egg rolls, and he said, “Yeah, we can have those this semester,” or something to that effect.  I couldn’t help noticing that he said “we.”

Then, like everyone who works there came over to the food court, so I said goodbye and left.  Oh, yeah.  He did do one other thing.  He deliberately mentioned that he’s been reading this diary.  So, that was nice.  I guess he is still waiting in the wings.  I just wish he’d let m know that of his own volition sometimes.

::Sighs::  You kow that song “White Flag?”  “And when we meet/which I’m sure we will/all that was there will be there still/I’ll let it pass/and hold my tongue/and you will think that I’ve moved on . . .”

Love rarely works the way we want it to, and never like it says in the fairy tales . . .