Friday, July 19th, 2002

Tanner fans, I'm sorry to say it, but I've felt the push of change coming onto me, and I didn't much like it. Growing up sucks rotten eggs, Tanner fans. :(

It all started with what a glorious week this has been. I've had to move out of my lovely little apartment, and I've now found out that I have no friends left from which I can mooch my pathetic little life from.

Except Dave, my best friend in the whole wide world. :)

He's gay, I think, but that doesn't stop him from catching little glimpses of my butt whenever he can. I think I can turn him back, if only I could get him away from his job for two seconds. Why are gay guys always working with old ugly women with their tiny dogs and bottomless bank accounts? On their ugly mansions, no less!

Anyways, I come up to him one day, forgetting that he's gay, and I kiss his neck. He smiles, then turns and realizes that it was me and not Oscar, his boyfriend. He's embarrassed, I'm embarrassed, and we both turn beet red.

I wonder what'll happen next, but I don't have to wonder for long. Oscar decided to come home early, and he's got a bunch of dandelions for Dave. He throws the weeds (don't know why Dave likes 'em so much) onto the floor, and Dave chases after him. Before he leaves the apartment, he looks back at me with this expression I can only interpret as disgust. I'm hurt, sure, but I feel even worse for screwing things up between them. They were going to go to Iowa next month, and because of me, that's not going to happen.

Oh well, that's the way the ball drops. If you'll excuse the expression. :)

So, I was once again without anyone to turn to. With my parents vacationing in the Swiss Alps without phones and without a care, and with me in my isolated existence here in Sharp's Beach, I knew that there weren't many options left.

Just as I was walking down the boardwalk, trying to get my mind back onto something that could be considered a helpful thought, I realized that Tad still had my locket. He probably forgot that he had it, but I had a feeling he didn't forget me.

I reached the end of the pier, and was about to turn back home (hehe, I didn't have a home anymore, so where was I going to go?) when I saw some loner surfing on the waves. It was a gusty day, one that had a few kinks in it, but really no bumps significant enough to mention. (That's surfer-speak for waves. Probably. Hey, I read magazines every month or two, so my lingo's off. This is my diary, and you shouldn't be reading it anyway, silly. :) )

I sat on the sand and watched for a while. It was cold and wet, because the sun hadn't been out all day today. I only watched for ten minutes, but my butt started falling asleep because of the cold and because of the poundage I've been putting on lately (curse the day Krispy Kreme was made!) so I decided to start walking again.

Before I could get up, however, Tad's voice rang in my ears. He said something that was supposed to be funny, like "Cold enough for ya?" but it was so lame I forgot. Also, I was so excited to see Tad again that it didn't really matter.

I fake-punched him in the shoulder, and I pretended to be mad at him scaring me. I knew he was standing there before he said anything so I wasn't really scared, but I like to make guys feel bad for that kind of stuff. I'm silly that way.

He asked me what I was doing here on such a crappy day, and I filled him in on what was going on. I didn't want to mention what happened with Dave, so I just said that I'd been living with friends.

He, being the incredibly sweet gentleman he is, offered his guest room to me. He said now that Brian was headed to the major comps in Australia, his room was free.

I said that I would have never even asked, that it would have been rude, but inside, I wanted him to ask me again. I wanted to hear his sincerest voice asking me.

I think I heard it, but he was holding back a little. I suppose he just didn't want to seem overly eager. Anyways, I said yes after playing with him for a while, and he tried and failed to hold back a smile. We walked for a while on the beach again, almost in the same spot we walked a week ago. He asked a few personal thigns about me, but nothing too personal.

When I told him my last name, he joked around with it. He said it sounded like that little girl from Full House all those years ago. I punched him in the shoulder again, saying that I would be DJ if anybody, not Stephanie. Even though I thought Stephanie was cuter.

He asked if I ever felt like Michelle, and I said that I would never associate myself with that little smart-mouth. He laughed.

We ate at a little surf shack, later on. I had some shrimps, and he had a taco. I thought it was a little weird for a surf shack to serve seafood and Mexican, but it was owned by a guy who said his mother was Mexican, so I just nodded and smiled. He had pale skin and red hair, so I didn't really believe him.

Oh well.

Tad and me talked for like two hours about everything. He told me his favorite movie was Back to the Future for a long time, and that he always wanted to travel in time. I said that that movie was one of the first movies I'd seen in the theater, and he smiled and said that the same was true for him. We've got so much else in common, too. I really think we might have something.

He said that maybe we should head back home, and I was getting a little excited. I never do it on the first date, but maybe for Tad I might have.

He surprised me again, saying that he'd never ask a thing like that, especially seeing as how we've only met a few days ago. I was so happy that he said it before I asked it, that I didn't say anything else.

Just before I fell asleep, he knocked on my door. He came in and handed me my locket, and smiled that cute smile. I took it, and acted all shy. I should get an Oscar for this performance. I'd thank all my Tanner fans, one by one. :)

He left and said goodnight, and now I'm writing this by flashlight and moonlight in his guest room. I suppose this'll work out, but I do plan on making my end of the rent come through. My little job working at the jewelry shop near the big sell-out surf shop in town paid my original rent fairly well, but I'll probably have to get another job to help Tad.

Anyways, things are looking bright and cheery for me, and I hope they'll keep improving!

Oh, and to all you Tanner fans out there, just pay attention. I know we've got something going here! And don't ever call me Michelle Tanner again!!

Stay tuned, Tanner fans!