scott.

ONLINE ZANINESS
So, even though Lindsey lived in my state, I never saw her. I really didn't like that girl much. Fake people bother me, and she was well... fake. I talked to Alicia every once in a while, chatting about the guys... and how she wanted Andy and how I wanted Scott. Then the two of us came to the conclusion that we would never have either of them and that we should go after everyone else. Ha, That was entertaining. But the one person I really would actually TALK to was Scott. I remember that proms were up and coming, and we would joke about how I'd just import him to go with me, because I didn't want to go with my ex. I remember one conversation about a Taz tux that his girlfriend didn't want him to wear. I just for some reason was thinking about that. So after prom, we exchanged horror stories and stuff. I had a bad prom. I think that it would be in um... Damian? if you want to hear more about it. But anyway, the internet was the easiest way to discuss things, and I always seemed to find Scott at the weirdest times. But hell... I still find him at the weirdest times...

THE BLUE DOT CLUB
So here I am. Signing in on this random sheet for this overnight. Now the LA smoker's club was all planning to be there, but the problem was, I had all these names and faded faces in my mind, and I figured that I wouldn't find any of them. So I look to my right, and signing in next to me is THE most familiar looking guy. I figured that I must have just thought it because he was sexy, looked away. He looked at me i looked at him. ::blink:: "Meliss?" (ah...) "Scott!" ::Instant tackle:: "You forgot me!" "I did not..." "Then you were checking me out??" "I, uh... well NO!" We pick up our keys and keep chatting, fixing ourselves coffee and picking up nametags and random info that we supposedly needed. He introduced me to two new girls; Maya and Leah, and Alicia showed up too. We all proceeded to go outside to our benches and wait for the others. Chatting talking catching up. The entertaining thing was, since we were all members of the SIS, we all had these funky blue stickers. We automatically decided that it made us cool, and we only hung out with other blue sticker members. We were carted around all day getting aquainted with the school and met up later. Our motto, "once an eagle, always an eagle" um.. bothered us. We as a whole decided that we didn't want to be eagles and nothing the pep squad said would convince us otherwise. It had started to rain that evening, and most of the students were by this time inside, doing group bondage, er... bonding activites. None of that for the non conformists. Scott, Josh, Miriam, Danielle, and Kate and I decided that it would be much more fun to go puddle jumping. So in the dark, in the rain, we go running up and down Nebraska avenue, jumping in puddles and singing, and basically acting as if we had escaped from some mental institution. Soaking wet, and carrying campign posters we found on the lampposts, we ended up sprawled out on the steps of the cathedral across the street, laughing until we were crying, and trying to smoke, but realizing it was far too wet. So we all run back to the Student Center- Mary Graydon Center, and we walk in to the bonding activities SOAKED, and dripping on the floor. We go in and get some food and answer questioning glances with, "It really started to POUR!!"

ZEI
So the next night, our blue dot club had expanded into THE cool group that everyone wanted to chill with. We had people such as Shannon, and Mike and Fernando Rico (yup- just as desirable as the name) and Nick... (grr, we'll get to him) But anyway. Were all out on the quad and Maya and Leah are having pouting fits about wanting to go out. So we do. I get dragged to ths Zei club by Nick, who wants me as his showpiece for the evening. So we go to Zei, and let me tell you that this place is something you would see in a crazy vampire flick. But hell, I'm not going into it. So Nick keeps me no less than 6 inches away from him, but I really wanted to go dance with some of the other cool people there with me, namely Scott, who is the best dancer that I know. But no... Nick is dancing with me and drinking, and then he gets caught. Then GUILT trips me for not going with him. SO I leave. Nick and I sit around for the rest of the night talking, and even though i dont like him we end up kissing later, and he kissed like an iguana. I was rather annoyed- all I was thinking about was that i would rather hang out with Scott and the other cool people that i actually liked. But that story was totally unrelated to Scott, other than the fact that he still teases me about it. As a matter of fact, he teases me about well, everything...

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
So orientation was fun. Then we all went back to the end of our summers. I honestly was so excited to get out, that there were times that the only person who I'd WANT to talk to was Scott or Alicia. But it was great, at any given time, I could sign on and within 10 seconds, so would Scott. Of course he just started assuming that I never signed off... but i DID! Now... if i remember correctly, Scott got sick, or hurt or something that eneabled him to be online a whole lot, but hell, this was ages ago, i'm probably wrong. He really just had no life, like me. But we had the best conversations online. I remember one day we had gotten all philosophical and were contemplating that WHAT IF the universe was really just some sort of atom on some big... fish in another dimension... And all sorts of weird ramblings like that. He also decided that I was going to think of a scheme to make him millions. Not me, mind you, him. And if I could, he'd take me to dinner on fridays. I have until May 2002 to think of something. Any ideas? Email me so I can have the credit. I thought that we could sell me to the basketball team, but Scott made the astute observation that we'd probably have to pay them. And on second thought, I'm afraid of the basketball team- i dont want them near me at all... They're like 7' tall... So I figured that we could auction him off to the sorority girls, and *i'd* keep the money. He didn't like that either. Maybe I'll just give him a flea circus for easter or something...

So summer goes on and we get these neat forms for FSE- Freshman service experience. Scott seemed to have lost his form, so I'm sitting there typing out all the info, and we're discussing our options. He somehow had the same opinions of telemarketing that I did, and we ended up with the same choices on the forms... Crazy? Yeah, but as the days went on, it became more and more scary how much we thought alike. We'd chat about Princess Bride, and then one day, registration forms came in. So I'm telling him my classes, and every single one, he had also chosen. Even FENCING. I thought that he was just humoring me... But nope, and we had this scary IM game where he asked me to type in the answer to a question he asked, and then he'd IM me with my answer. Never word for word, but always the same answer. He and I just had the same kinds of thoughts on everything, and it was really neat. I had never met anyone so much on my wavelength. We kinda adopted each other as brother and sister, and already I knew that we'd stay friends in school. It was so comforting to already have someone to look forward to spending time with. FSE
So as we plotted, we ended up in the same FSE group. So, we got to spend the whole week shoveling woodchips and painting things. Hows THAT for bonding?