Yeah, no art again. BUT THERE IS A PERFECTLY GOOD REASON. I left my digital camera at my friend's house, and she lives like... an hour and a half away. So I'm not in a rush to get it just yet even though it has MY DORM ROOM pictures on it.
Speaking of my dorm, I daresay it is a piece of shit. It's a studio, so there aren't really any bedrooms... Just a bunch of beds piled all into one big room. 5 beds, as a matter of fact. Yes, that's right. I have 4 room mates. fgdsgfdshgsfd
And the first day spent there will probably involve us bleaching the entire place. It's freakin dirty.
Good news is that Furness Hall, the dorm building, is haunted. It used to be an insane asylum for the deaf, dumb and blind. Wooooo. I even heard a ghost story from on of the girls who lived there as we were visiting! But I'm not telling it here.
I really like this guy. He's so much older than me, but I think he likes me back...
It's so intimidating though. Seriously seriously seriously. I went to the diner with him the other day, he did basically all the talking, but oh my god. Now I know exactly how much more experience he has at like... everything... than I do. And we're kind of opposites... I guess only in small ways. He doesn't like indie, I don't like metal, he doesn't like dark chocolate, I don't really like milk chocolate, he doesn't drink coffee/tea, I LOVE coffee/tea, he's super uhhh experienced, I'm not at fucking all, he's gonna go to college for math and whatnot to be a meteorologist, I'm going to go for illustration, he makes corny jokes, I make super awesome funny hilarious ones (hah). Yeah. I brought it up and he said it's like yin and yang. Which I guess it is mighty similar.
I don't really know what to do about it, if anything at all. I would rather have HIM do something about it because I'm freakin terrified. I wish I could communicate to him how awkward I am and how he shouldn't let the awkwardness stop him (if he ever feels like, you know, going). I keep him updated with the countdown of how long I've got left at PF Chang's, maybe hinting that THAT's how long he has to make some kind of a move. Ughhhhh. I wish I wasn't so afraid. I wish I was automatically adept at frenching. I wish I was skinnier and prettier and all other shit; or just happier with myself. Then I'd have no fear. Nothing to be afraid of if you have the perfect body, right?
At least I think he might actually like me for me though.
Whatever. I shouldn't talk about this or assume anything or create expectations. I'll just get freaked out and depressed.
Oh wait, too late.
P.S. MY NEW BIKE IS SO SWEET AND FAST MMMMM.
3 comments:
FOUR ROOMMATES?!?! Holy. Crap. I hope you like them. :o Do you at least get partitions? Sheets hanging from the ceiling?
Awkwardness is such a curse. At least you asked him to the diner. That's more than I can say. :P
Go up to him. Stare him in the face and say, "I am a hot sexy cat from the jungle. Now take me out on a date." That should work.
~Arielle
SURE. WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?
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