Coke A Cola Chapstick

So, I think tonight is one of those nights that I'm just going to...you know...NOT sleep. Thanks to math class, I had an Amp (energy drink) late at night, and now I'm just...up. Which leads me to somehow think of this story from junior year of high school. You seated and ready to go? Alright. Store that tray in its upright fashion, hit on the stewardess and pray for no turbulence, 'cause here we gooooooo! (admit it, that one was WAY better than any other one Al Lutz has penned. Geeks, you know what I'm talking about)

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It was a warm late summer afternoon. I was hanging out at the field my dad was coaching football practice at. Why? Because I had nothing better to do. I stand around, listen to music on my iPod, and then I get a text from this girl I knew. She was free, and wanted to hang out. I told her where I was, and she said she'd come right over in a few.

As I hang out, I can remember Jason Mraz's "A Beautiful Mess" playing as she pulled up. I stood there as she walked up in those short jean shorts, white blouse and her sandy blonde hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. This was something I couldn't help but dream about until it became a reality.

We stand at the edge of the field, watch the players go through their drills (I would have played, had it not been for an ankle injury), and my dad yell and blow his whistle what seemed like a hundred times over. Practice makes perfect, right?

She ends up sitting down, and I follow suit. My lips were getting dry, and I try to carry around chap stick so I don't get chapped lips. It's a pet peeve. For some reason, my mom thought it'd be funny to get soda flavored chap stick for me as a little prank. Coincidentally enough, I had a coca-cola flavored chap stick with me this day, and what happens next, I kid you not, is something I will always remember, and never in a million years expected to actually work. 

I un cap the chap stick, and start to apply it, and this girl looks at me, and asks if it actually tastes like the soda. Usually, I'd say some "here's your sign" joke. But for whatever power that be, possessed me to tell this girl "kiss me and find out."


She did.

She pulled back, looked at me, and told me "Wait, I couldn't tell.."

Leaned back in, and kissed me longer this time.


Guys, this is when I realized that soda-flavored chap stick can be the best thing ever invented. And since then, I don't care if some guys think it's girly, and would rather stick to the "original" or "medicated" chap sticks. I'm buying soda flavored chap stick from here on.

The Crayola Way of Asking Someone to Prom

Some might wonder what I'm getting at with a post title of 'The Crayola Way of Asking Her to Prom', so I'll explain. by Crayola Prom, I mean GET CREATIVE! There's already a lot of really cool ideas that I've seen, but I've thought of a couple that people can use if they want. I know it's that time of year where kids spend hundreds and thousands of dollars to get the dress no other girl is going to wear, and the shoes no other guy is going to dance in. Limos, after-prom parties. Exquisite dinners at the local italian eatery. All as a way of celebrating one last time together by coming on the dance floor with all your friends and dancing the warm spring nights away before heading off to summer.

A lot of the older crowd doesn't get why we do this, but kids that read this understand it. As of lately, it's become almost an underlying competition between kids, and even the kids who are already dating someone to see who can come up with the most creative ways of asking the girls (or those brave enough, the girls asking the guys) to the spring dance. It's just a fun way of finding a creative way of asking. And I can't disagree with that, since it's a way kids can actually get creative and get their minds thinking (seeing that the lame government likes to cut music and art programs, and leave science and math. but that's saved for later..).

A few ideas I've had about asking a girl to prom are as followed. Feel free to use these ideas if you want, but all I ask is you let me know which one you're using, AND then after you ask, send me a letter on how it went, and I'll blog all the stories!

Starbucks: Call up the girl you want to ask, ask her to meet you at a Starbucks. Ask her for her drink order before she arrives, and order her drink. Upon ordering, you ask the Barista to write in each of the boxes on the side of the cup "PROM?"As she shows up, hand her the cup, ask her if you got it right (by asking her to check the side to see if it's exact), she'll notice, and then go from there.

For those who have a video announcement system at their school: Talk to the teacher, and the class (girls in the class would more than likely love to help out, unless one has a grudge against the girl), and try to set it up in the announcements. Something like "And in breaking, in studio news, *insert guy/girls' name here* has just been asked to Prom by *insert your name here*! Then get the camera to pan over, or cut to you off stage, with a sign and flowers (flowers optional) asking her to prom. To make it better, find a friend in his/her class period the announcements are in, and get them to film their reaction. Then make a youtube video about it later.

Get cultural! - Go out to Panda Express, and find a way to slip in a small piece of paper that asks her to prom in her fortune cookie. Simple, and really cute. Heck, I'd like to be asked by a girl like this. But with my luck, I'd just eat the paper along with the cookie.

Break out the legos: build a sign out of the plastic colored bricks and set it on her door step before she leaves for school. You'll obviously be there when you set it. But hide at first to make him/her wonder who left it there.


Those are some of the ideas I've got for now, but if you do use one of the ideas, PLEASE write me an e-mail back, and I'll post your story here on the blog! 

Dreams be Dreams

Got bored, thought of the beach, and girls. And this came from my thoughts.

I miss the beach.

I want to feel the cold pacific ocean surround me as I roll over the top of the breaking wave on my surfboard.

I want that sticky feeling of dried ocean water, and my hair all a mess 'cause I left my hat at home.

I want the smell of a great seafood place swirl its tempting salty, buttery aromas in front of me, luring my stomach into endless groans of hunger.

Then,

There's the girl.

The one that is right next to me on the wave.

The one running her fingers playfully through my messy head of hair.

The one who walks with me hand in hand, playing with my fingers, walking up to that restaurant right off the beach.

The girl that wants me, and only me to kiss her goodnight.

Then, to go home, call her, tell her goodnight, just to hear her voice one last time for the night.

...and then to wake up, and do it all over again the next day.

Dating The Arkansasians

I went to a small high school. Not small like 30 kids in the total graduating class, but a school with a full roster of maybe 600 students. In fact, my freshman class was the biggest Bakersfield Christian High ever received (125 students).

With such a small school, it naturally happens. Everyone knowing your business. I'm not talking like, it just floats around and eventually gets to people in a day or two. I'm talking it happens fast (For example, I asked my ex-girlfriend out before first period. By third period everyone knew, and that was the trending topic of the day).

But what I find so incredibly funny is that people there are a lot like people from Arkansas. Yes, Arkansas I'm picking on you, but hey, it's true at some points. People date, but people sometimes wind up dating, breaking up, then dating your ex's best friend, and your ex starts dating your best friend.

Checking Facebook tonight I see a friend is in a relationship, and I type my congratulations, then check back an hour or so later to see the comments and find out that she's dating this guy for the third time. But what's funny is that this guy dated my best friend's ex, who broke up with him because she felt she needed to sow some wild oats and date a dairy boy who rides Motocross and quads on the weekend.

I love high school, I really do. But my gosh people enough is enough. Maybe it's just me, but I really think after you break up with someone, you end it for good. It didn't work. Now move on. Do these kids not realize there's other high schools in town with equally 'cool', 'beautiful', and 'popular' kids? Or is it like Romeo and Juliet? No one's allowed to date a Capulet or Montague.

Thankfully I'm graduating in a few months and moving up to college. Hopefully the campuses are a bit bigger than the fishbowl I used to swim in.

One Thousand And Counting

Wow, I'm impressed! One thousand hits in eight days. I know some nerd somewhere might be laughing quietly, saying to himself and his limited edition World of Warcraft models, "One thousand hits in eight days, ha! I had a thousand hits in eight minutes!" There's always that guy...


...anyways. I'm glad this little blog of mine has gotten to a thousand hits in eight days (compared to 735, my previous all time high in January), and I hope to someday see it get a thousand hits in a day. I'm happy people are taking note of this little corner of the internet, and reading what I have to type. I don't think it's much, just my thoughts and opinions on Disney stuff, cool cars, girls, the life of a teenager, potential Starbucks or Sports Chalet employee, and whatever else I find interesting to talk...er...type about.

Thank you again to everyone that has chilled at the Main Street Hangout. I really appreciate it.

The Taken Stare

Went down to the store today to pick up a few liters of Arizona Iced Tea, some snacks and a cheap book or two. Ended up finding a book on video game teams, and how to manage blogs on the business side. What can I say, I'll read almost anything that's remotely entertaining. Anyways, as I get into the car, this Suzuki with Jason Derulo's 'Whatcha Say' blasting on near full volume stops and waits for me to shut my door so they can pull into the parking spot next to me. As I glance back to see what the noise was, the girl in the passenger seat was staring right at me. Not just the 'will you PLEASE move? I need to go buy the new edition of People Magazine and hair supplies, and you're really annoying me by not moving any faster' stare. No, not that stare. It was the 'he can take his time because I can't help but stare' look. My sister in the backseat said this, by the way, not myself. I personally found it a little odd that she was staring at me, since I was in ripped jeans, a greasy tee shirt, without combed hair, and my glasses on. But to each their own.

As I shut my door, plug in my iPod in and search for David Gray's 'Babylon', my sister is in the backseat talking.
"watch this Jake"
"What?"
"She's going to do a double take. Watch. Right now"
The girl looks back over her shoulder at me.
"I TOLD YOU!"
"haha you're crazy to have that timed so well."
"She's...wait, yea. No, she's coming back to her car!"
(I'm still trying to find the song, and reply to a text before I drive the three minutes back home)
As the girl comes back to the car to get her lip gloss (according to my sister), she looks at me, I make eye contact, smile, she looks away.
"Jake she's totally into you."
"Yea, I figured after all you're saying."
"JAKE!"
"WHAT!?"
"oh nothing, her boyfriend just gave you the look."
"hahaha what look?"
"The 'stop looking at her or I'll kill you' look"
"She's cute, but I'm not remotely interested."
"I know, but that was funny!"
*song starts*
...'friday night and I'm going nowhere, all the lights are changing from red to green'...
"Jake, we need to do stuff like this more often."
"Go to the store?"
"No, watch girls watch you. It's fun"
"Uh..sure."

The adventures you can have when you  notice all the fine details of something so normal as a trip to a store to get iced tea.

Catch and Release

 Surfing Magazine's new back-magazine section. 

Girl in just a shirt. Heather Rose is nothing short of amazing. 

Have you ever had those girls walk into your life that you know that they're nothing short of amazing? I'm talking the ones who's presence walks into the room well before they do? The ones that as soon as you gaze at them, your entire insides completely drop out, and you're left looking like a fish gasping for air. Yea, those girls.

I've had a few of those walk into my life.

I've dated a few of those girls.

And what happened? I messed things up.

I never cheated on them, but I got bored. Maybe it was just high school and learning how to deal with girls, but after 2 or 3 months, it was just blah. I wanted to start new and move onto a new girl. So I was a gentleman, or as much as I could be, backed out of the so-called relationship, and moved onto the next girl, or decided to fly solo and chill with my bros. Actually, some of the best memories I had of high school was ditching a bi-monthly 5th period photography class to run over to the gas station, buy some Arizona teas, and kick it in the back alley of the gas station playing card games with my friends or just standing around talking about surfing, movies, and girls.

Thing is, looking back at some of those girls, I wish I didn't let some of them go. There's one in particular that's a total beach babe. Sandy blond/red hair, Irish background. Cute smile, and an even more adorable laugh. One that makes you believe butterflies are born from that laugh. What happened? She got tired of me bouncing around the subject of being in a relationship with her. Tired of me playing the game. 

What am I going to do about this? What can I finally do about the glory girls of high school? I'm a senior, with less than five months left before I move onto college. Now that's a new story. College. That's the pro's, right? No more minor leaguing with high school. College Girls. These girls are no longer really girls, but women. And women that know how to get a man's attention. 

I guess I can fly solo until I get drafted to the pro's this fall.