People I have History With: Tanner, Grandma, and Me in a Towel

Independent Jesse ran errands today to Wal*Mart and... well, where else do you need to go if you have Wal*Mart? It's a one-stop-shop that carries everything you'd ever need, hence the perfect place to go when zombies attack. While I was at Wal*Mart, I saw my ex-boyfriend Tanner. I asked him for a roll of quarters and he gave them to me; I thanked him for his wonderful customer service skills and we talked about Britney Spears. As I said goodbye and walked away, I was reminded of how much fun Tanner was to date. He was really a fun, happy-go-lucky guy that always liked to have a good time. Whenever we went to a party, he and I had fun together (usually by getting drunk).

Since we broke up, we really haven't seen much of each other. Although he broke up with me, things between us aren't bad and I actually would like to hang out with him. Before I left Wal*Mart, I found him and asked him if he'd like to hang out tonight. He said he had plans but that we should get together soon and do something; he didn't have my number so I gave it to him.

After that, I went to my Grandparents house to prepare for the oral history interview I will be giving my grandmother tomorrow. I wanted to become more familiar with her parents so I could ask her questions about them; I felt like such a reporter preparing for a big interview! Grandpa found some old photos for me and also the autobiographies that my great-grandmother wrote.

Shawn and I hung out in the evening; we went to the Gateway mall to exchange my pants that Megan got me for my birthday. I felt so fat and short when they didn't have the size I was looking for: 34 x 30. Shawn said American Eagle doesn't carry clothes for short, fat people. I sucked in my stomach and bought a 33 x 30.

Since Shawn is a vegetarian, I cooked us broccoli and rice for dinner. I was glad I was able to make something that both of us liked (especially since I like meat in almost every meal I have). Without waiting the mandatory 30 minutes, he and I went swimming. He didn't bring a swimming suit, so I told him to wear some blue hot-pants that we have (they are Brian's). Trying to coerce him into wearing these European-style swimsuit, I told him it was all we had. I almost died laughing seeing him come out in them. I actually took a picture, but I won't put it on my blog.

I will, however, put a picture of us trying to turn out towels into dresses. Yes, very very gay.

Prom anyone?