weird things happen to me

I was talking to Alex on my drive home at like 8pm or so and there was this freaky van behind me. They had their flood lights on and I was like, "Do I pull over? Am I in trouble or something?" I mentioned it to Alex and he was like "Hmm dunno." I noticed they tried to pass me once. So I thought 'ok these ppl wanna pass me.. do they know their flood lights are on? Is there like a serial killer in my backseat?' I decided to pull over at the Kealakekua Post Office. Before I did they pulled off onto the next left turn, which leads up to our one and only hospital on the Kona side of the island. The driver in the van yelled something incomprehensible and I still made the next right to turn to the PO. Not much else happened. I guess they had a medical emergency and thought that by turning on the flood lights people would think they were important and we'd all move aside as if it were the ambulance. I can't think of anywhere in the driving manual that told me flashing your floodlights while driving means pull over because someone is dying in the car behind you. Uhm, nope. Yes its unfortunate that someone was in an accident or something, but how on earth was I suppossed to understand all that when an ordinary van is driving behind me?

The porter at the airport is aggressively advancing on me. I am scared! Well not like super scared stuff, but I don't like confrontation. I know I should just spit out that I have a boyfriend, but I was kinna hoping he'd have seen that already and would just leave me alone. I hate having to let people down. David says he thinks I am a cocktease because I am not just outright saying anything. He says its playing 'hard to get' and thats an even bigger turn on. How would he know? I never played hard to get with him! I was easy to get! :P I have this habit of making random guys pursue me? Well its not the first time anyways. And not all the pursuers are good looking, so no I don't feel like I am a special thing. -.- I kinna do the same thing everytime... barely say anything and pray that they figure it out on their own. Welp, so much for being a good Communication major... I think the funniest thing about it all is I don't know this guy's name, and he doesn't know mine. He's never once asked and neither have I. He just keeps asking "What are you doing this weekend?" "When do you get off of work?" "When are we going out?" I am going to have to suck it up and let him down. Ouch.

Speaking of ouch.. David is catsitting right now. There are two teenage cats at his house, and they are cute of course. I could never find a cat to be truly ugly. :P Anyways I played with the cute little pussies (cats! where is your mind at?). I came home and I was wondering how my darling little Skittles would take it, since I must reek of other cats. Well, ouch, Skittles didn't take it quite so well... I picked him up and he really screamed at me, he really let me have it. So I profusely apologized and told him how much I love him and how much he meant the world to me. Lots of hugs and kisses, lots of petting and purring. After a little bit he seemed consoled and resumed being my happy little shadow. Now I am wondering what he is up to because he's been hanging around this one spot on the couch in the living room. I don't think he is mad at me, I think he's trying to catch something. I am nervous because I don't want it to be another cane spider... If I come out into the living room and see spider legs hanging out of Skittles' mouth I will probably not be kissing him for a LONG time. Which is unfortunate for him because he loves to be kissed - he understands that its the human form of affection, and he loves to get all the affection/attention he can get. And I love to give it to him. So what if I have a weird relationship with my cat? I've always been close to my kitties. ^_^ (still cry about the deaths of a few...)