in my mind there are three kinds of people in the world: those who create drama, those who drama happens to, and those who live without drama and want nothing to do with it. when i say those who create drama, i guess i mean people who go out of their way to manipulate a situation so that they have a story to tell.

that said, i think i fall somewhere between the first two, though leaning much more toward those who drama happens to because it seems to me that i (fortunately or unfortunately, you decide) have more drama than the average person, and while this may be due in part to the fact that i put myself in situations conducive to drama happening, i don't think i usually go out of my way to see that it does. i guess my friends could better answer that one. i say all this because there is more drama. obviously.

it would seem more appropriate on a day like today to discuss the impending war with iraq and saddam's creepy response to bush's 48-hour demand last night, with which i am concerned and have been thinking a lot about this morning. but i'm not sure what else to say about it. i'd prefer not to be depressed with what i have no control over. pray for our president and the others in positions of leadership above us. pray for God's intervention in iraq. at this point i think that's all that most of us can do.

so now onto a less important but also slightly less depressing topic. drama. i heard from rock star last night. gasp! we didn't actually "talk", as in real life voice to voice conversation; we text messaged back and forth, which, taking into consideration the information exchanged, was really retarded. so for your entertainment, i am going to post the messages he sent me and paraphrase my responses to them, as i don't have the messages i sent back saved. but first a couple things:

1) the initiation of this conversation was my fault. i meant to text message some stuff about going to the hospital yesterday to another friend's cell because my cell's battery was low, but when i went into my phone's address book to click on the name of the intended recipient, i accidentally sent it to rock star.

2) i know that it's customary to replace words like "for", "to", "you", and "are" with letters and numbers like 4, 2, U, and R, respectively in text messages to reduce the amount of time it takes to type the message. but i'll be real honest with you, it's very difficult for me to take you seriously if you use them while saying anything of importance. especially when we're 20 and 24, not 12.

okay here goes. keep in mind we haven't talked in 2 months.

ME: ....yeah... uncle was in the hospital with lung cancer, fractured hip, and pneumonia. it was hard to see him like that.
HIM: Stephanie? what r u talking about?
ME: oh crap. sorry, i got your number mixed up with someone else's.
HIM: that's ok. at least i have ur number. i lost it a long time ago.
ME: ah... well. i guess give me a call sometime.
HIM: i tried 2 find u for so long. so much i had 2 say.
ME: what?
HIM: i told alex about u (the ex)
ME: what?
HIM: i underestimated my feelings 4 u
ME: when did this happen?
HIM: january
ME: what am i supposed to do with this information?
HIM: sorry it was bottled up in me. 4get it.
ME: it was an honest question. what are you expecting from telling me this?
HIM: u don't have 2 respond. just had 2 get it off my chest.
ME: well yeah i don't know how to respond.
HIM: it's ok.
ME: i mean you profess your undying love for me and then we don't talk again for two months?
HIM: no it's not like that i just don't want u 2 feel weird.
HIM: i just didnt wanna put u on the spot.
ME: well ok. if you want to talk about it, call me sometime.
HIM: what do u wanna do about it?
ME: i can't answer questions like that outside of a real conversation.
HIM: ok bye bye.
ME: goodnight.

FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY, WHAT THE FREAK JUST HAPPENED THERE?

there are so many things that i have to say in response to this. you guys might think i'm mean for violating his privacy and posting the conversation, but most of you would find this out anyways and it's my personal conviction that if you are a jerk to me your rights to privacy are severely limited in regards to your interactions with me.

my first question is this: what the freak does "i tried to find you for so long" mean? you either have my number or you don't. you know people that do. were you combing the countryside looking for me? i mean he sounds like wesley in the princess bride movie, searching for his buttercup. but seriously, i'm not that hard to find if you can remember my last name. so either rock star is a big fat liar or a really lame excuse for a stalker or maybe just one of those people that likes to create drama for himself... may i suggest SSS (stephanie's stalker service) for all your stalking needs. suggestion #1: if you lose someone's number, get online and look up their last name in the white pages (especially if they have a rare last name, which i do) and try to find a family member if they are unlisted. call family members for information, even if you are not sure whether or not they are related to the person you are stalking.

second question. i guess out of my own curiosity, i would really like to know what transpired in this conversation with rock star and his ex that allegedly left him alone and pining after me for the past two months. and, if he really did tell her about me and ended the relationship or she ended the relationship because of him telling her about "us," what the deciding factor was in all this. i mean, i've seen a couple pics of this girl, and from what i've seen she is pretty hot. cuter than me. exotic little hispanic girl. he liked the fact that they were both hispanic and shared that culture. crazy mexicans. i'm about as white as they come and the extent of my spanish is tengo queso en mis pantalones. i mean it seems both the ex and i are psycho, so i doubt that was the defining feature. i guess i don't know her at all so i can't make any good guesses, but it's just a little ironic how this is all playing out...

you're wondering if i will tell him that i'm moving to houston if we talk between now and then. gosh i don't know now. i think it would be funny if i didn't but i don't know if i can keep it a secret now if we actually talk. let me know what you think.

and suck... he just called.