
Sometimes things go according to plan. Plan is what I like. Plan means every condition is met, and all control factors are there. This weekend is quickly flying off the wheels like some sort of rabid progression. I'm not sure what the hell is going on anymore at certain points. Kara summons me and states she wants to get me, her, and Jackie together for a three's-company like fun like we used to do back in the day. No its not sex you perverts, although it does ...ugh...nevermind, it will only sexually frustrate me thinking about it.
So, now instead of going on a dinner date with Jackie on Sunday we're supposed to be going out - the three of us - to hang out. Just play Guitar Hero, eat pizza, and chill at my place. Jackie was Kara's ex-roomie. I wanted Kara so bad it stung my mind...I still do kind of but I've moved on past her totally in favor of perhaps a girl that really likes me.
Moving on though, Jackie...I don't know how she feels about me now really given this latest concession. Why would she say yes to me, her, and Kara hanging out above our date - after two weeks of anticipation? It seems rather shitty honestly. Kara asked me if I cared that she interrupted. She's Jackie's friend, so I can't hardly say no I do mind - b/c it makes for bad blood.
What is worse an old friend named Ken just had to show up again. He wanted to hang out Friday and utterly devastate my plans for working out as he is urging me to get some drinks at a bar with him. I am at a loss as he has not contacted me in an age, but I feel he does wish to remain somewhat of a friend. I could cancel - but I don't think I will as it would again be rude. I hold the last veto power on it though as my writing tonight has been splotchy b/c of mechanics and...Kara.
As an aside, I still have not called Maria at all as I'm definitely waiting for this week to finish. With my luck a scantily clad helpless woman will come knocking at my door screaming for me to help her kill a demon of some sort...with a month long journey involved...and knowing my luck she'll just want to be friends afterward, and have cost me $3,381,596 dollars exactly. This seems to be the trend of almost all women drifting through my life lately. Damnit.