Gawd, sometimes I love friends, and sometimes I don't. They're able to talk you into thinking sensibly, and then they make you think irrational things.
Long story short, talking with the other immigrant Sures, who is a close friend of HCB's, has given me quite the confidence boost. As in he (and very possibly Trapper, since he mentioned something about him being present at the Facebook chat also) actually thinks that it's not a case of when Matt will say no...but if. And that is the complete opposite of what I've been thinking all along. Or so it has felt like the past few days.
And then he dropped the bomb, saying that he was sure Matt would kiss me anytime.
What.
The.
Fuck.
FUUUUUUUUUUU-- Thanks for giving me way too much hope there, seriously! It's bad enough that Sures had to go and make me feel all good by telling me I had a great personality and stuff like that...
It's still an iffy situation. I told him of my plan, and he said that I should go for it. He said that they've got my back. Who 'they' is, I'm not so sure, but it feels nice to imagine that it's the Burgess/Norton complex in general.
I still wish I had enough confidence to tell myself that I was able to top California. I still wish I could think that there was the chance that he would in fact say yes. I'm slowly trying, though. And if things go bad....then I still have the staff there for me. And my friends, who I can never owe enough to. :)
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Warning: Lots of French. Not For Soft Ears.
Today, I feel like swearing.
Fuck. Fuckity fuckfuckfuck. Fucking hell, fuckin' a, faaaaaaaaack...
Hell.
In some 8 days, I'm throwing it all away. Because honestly, he's not going to talk to me after I tell him. I spent an hour and a half with Skye talking about it fucking all. And her vote was that it's not over till there's a ring. But that's going to be difficult for me. I'm having a hard enough time coping with the sudden realization that I lost, and I lost badly.
But the thing is, there was nothing I could fucking do. Absolutely fucking nothing. Skye said I was right for not saying anything, but there was nothing I could do. I was stuck in this godforsaken job, and California Dumbass who can't even figure out her own goddamn camera was free, fucking hell fuck....I am in this fucking job. And we are for the next 8 days. Or 9 days, whatever the fuck it is.
I'm so fucking pissed, I'm considering pulling a Lindsay when the opportunity arises. Oh, you're not getting much work done? Yeah, that's kinda hard to do with all that time you spend at the "library", those Norton dorms are pretty small...fucking bastard.
And the best part of it is? I've known from the beginning that he's an asshole. And he's going to fuck over a dumbass blonde Cali girl, because that's what he goes for...damn, for a few moments there, I felt kinda nice.
Hey, I think that made me feel a little better....she's interested in a fucking asshole. She's with a bastard. She's with someone who has the potential to ruin everything.
And because I'm equally the bitch that he's an asshole, I'm going to throw it all away on his last day. Thanks to Skye, she told me that I might as well just set him aside that last day, tell him to shut up, I don't want to see or hear your reaction, I just need to get it out. Fuck me, fuck my life, fuck me sideways, but I like him. Too much for my own good. And then I walk out.
Because I know he's not going to talk to me afterwards when I say something. But if I don't say anything, he won't speak to me anyway. He's not going to make an effort outside of the CA job to talk to me, unless I find him at the MUC or something like that. 8 days left in the job, and I've yet to see the inside of his apartment. Go figure.
Girls may be confusing, but he's Pandora's Fucking Box.
Fuck. Fuckity fuckfuckfuck. Fucking hell, fuckin' a, faaaaaaaaack...
Hell.
In some 8 days, I'm throwing it all away. Because honestly, he's not going to talk to me after I tell him. I spent an hour and a half with Skye talking about it fucking all. And her vote was that it's not over till there's a ring. But that's going to be difficult for me. I'm having a hard enough time coping with the sudden realization that I lost, and I lost badly.
But the thing is, there was nothing I could fucking do. Absolutely fucking nothing. Skye said I was right for not saying anything, but there was nothing I could do. I was stuck in this godforsaken job, and California Dumbass who can't even figure out her own goddamn camera was free, fucking hell fuck....I am in this fucking job. And we are for the next 8 days. Or 9 days, whatever the fuck it is.
I'm so fucking pissed, I'm considering pulling a Lindsay when the opportunity arises. Oh, you're not getting much work done? Yeah, that's kinda hard to do with all that time you spend at the "library", those Norton dorms are pretty small...fucking bastard.
And the best part of it is? I've known from the beginning that he's an asshole. And he's going to fuck over a dumbass blonde Cali girl, because that's what he goes for...damn, for a few moments there, I felt kinda nice.
Hey, I think that made me feel a little better....she's interested in a fucking asshole. She's with a bastard. She's with someone who has the potential to ruin everything.
And because I'm equally the bitch that he's an asshole, I'm going to throw it all away on his last day. Thanks to Skye, she told me that I might as well just set him aside that last day, tell him to shut up, I don't want to see or hear your reaction, I just need to get it out. Fuck me, fuck my life, fuck me sideways, but I like him. Too much for my own good. And then I walk out.
Because I know he's not going to talk to me afterwards when I say something. But if I don't say anything, he won't speak to me anyway. He's not going to make an effort outside of the CA job to talk to me, unless I find him at the MUC or something like that. 8 days left in the job, and I've yet to see the inside of his apartment. Go figure.
Girls may be confusing, but he's Pandora's Fucking Box.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Never Say Never...Fuck You Kinda Did.
I'm pretty sure I just fucked myself into the friend zone. Because honestly, I know he will make flippant jokes and comments, but when it's in that tone of voice....I can't help but believe him. Especially when the word 'never' comes up, even indirectly and inadvertently.
Respect is one thing, but I'm afraid he respects me too much. Which would explain things, a lot of things. Things that I'd rather not dwell on. But really, you say you never will, and I'm not the all-powerful mind reader that can tell whether that's out of revulsion or something else. In my ideal-yet-still-not-that-pleasing world, that something else being you never will because I'm somehow out of your league and will never have a shot...which sounds strangely like defeat. Nor do I have the capability to tell just how flippant you meant by it.
Sometimes I think I prefer it when he asks if I'm fucking retarded and don't have a soul, as opposed to telling me he respects me. Because he's done both before. But considering how he doesn't respect Lindsay one iota, I know I wouldn't want to be in that position. And yet, the slight chance of being referred to as a genius pisses me off. Like how nice comments from him are commonplace--just look at how often he's said to residents that they look nice, dressed nice today, are on the totally opposite side of the spectrum with them being the absolute angels that they are, or in Brandie's case 'perfect'....I don't want to be called that. I for some reason love it that he picks fun at me, even though I feel retarded when I make an ass of myself in front of him.
I can tell when you're pissed, and I can tell when you're joking. But I can't tell when you're defeated.
And to top it off, how the fuck do you dig yourself out of a hole like that? How do you dig yourself out of the friend zone, and back into the realm of possibility? How do you dig yourself out of the idea that no is a very real answer again and again and again? And how do you tell yourself that even when you find them infuriating, confusing, even irritating at times, and yet you still like them...they still don't like you. Every other time it's the case where you find someone amazing and nothing wrong and like them but they don't like you, and the one time it's the polar opposite....it still comes with the same result. :/
All I can hope for is that I've made it clear enough that I'll still be there. Hey, I made it to the soccer games, and now the hockey games. It's not going to quit after you've quit.
In his words, fuck off...
Respect is one thing, but I'm afraid he respects me too much. Which would explain things, a lot of things. Things that I'd rather not dwell on. But really, you say you never will, and I'm not the all-powerful mind reader that can tell whether that's out of revulsion or something else. In my ideal-yet-still-not-that-pleasing world, that something else being you never will because I'm somehow out of your league and will never have a shot...which sounds strangely like defeat. Nor do I have the capability to tell just how flippant you meant by it.
Sometimes I think I prefer it when he asks if I'm fucking retarded and don't have a soul, as opposed to telling me he respects me. Because he's done both before. But considering how he doesn't respect Lindsay one iota, I know I wouldn't want to be in that position. And yet, the slight chance of being referred to as a genius pisses me off. Like how nice comments from him are commonplace--just look at how often he's said to residents that they look nice, dressed nice today, are on the totally opposite side of the spectrum with them being the absolute angels that they are, or in Brandie's case 'perfect'....I don't want to be called that. I for some reason love it that he picks fun at me, even though I feel retarded when I make an ass of myself in front of him.
I can tell when you're pissed, and I can tell when you're joking. But I can't tell when you're defeated.
And to top it off, how the fuck do you dig yourself out of a hole like that? How do you dig yourself out of the friend zone, and back into the realm of possibility? How do you dig yourself out of the idea that no is a very real answer again and again and again? And how do you tell yourself that even when you find them infuriating, confusing, even irritating at times, and yet you still like them...they still don't like you. Every other time it's the case where you find someone amazing and nothing wrong and like them but they don't like you, and the one time it's the polar opposite....it still comes with the same result. :/
All I can hope for is that I've made it clear enough that I'll still be there. Hey, I made it to the soccer games, and now the hockey games. It's not going to quit after you've quit.
In his words, fuck off...
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Moral of the Story...
Don't piss off the staff. Today was case presentation day for CA class. And we had a blast throwing direct blows to Lindsay and all the shit she's thrown at us this semester.
To start, the first group that went had a nice quote from Matt. Ohh, did we laugh, but it was glorious because Lindsay was not particularly pleased....and why was she not pleased?
Because she doesn't like him. Never has this entire year, especially if she's been giving him 80 hours a week of work....then there was this past Friday.
Wednesday night, as I've stated, was when Matt was out at the desk with me pulling an all-nighter on a group project for class. Because like every other group, they were having issues with meeting at times when everyone was available; Friday, it was during the hall directors' meeting. So Lindsay is pissed because he missed the meeting, along with a 1-on-1 with her. These meetings don't last just 15 or 30 minutes, they last an hour or more...it's ridiculous. Now let's see how things went when he reminded her that school work, aka a group project, is more important than a meeting that happens every freaking week.
Matt: Academics come first.
Lindsay: But you have a job.
Matt: Yeah, and academics come first, let's ask Parker or President Abbott why we're here in the first place, it's for academics
Lindsay: Well I heard that you went out trapping with Bob and had lunch with him....
What. The. Fuck. This was where Matt flipped shit, and this is where I draw the line also. For one, I KNEW that he was with his group, because I was working the front desk at the time. If Lindsay had the fucking common courtesy to ASK me if I knew where he was as opposed to making assumptions, then all would be fine and dandy, I'd tell her where he was. But noooo....
Matt: First, I don't even know what the fuck trapping is, and second, where the hell had you heard that?!
Now he starts swearing. And based on what he told us, this was where he was also thinking "Yeah, and I heard that you've been sleeping with both Dave AND Parker, but you don't see me saying anything about that because I've got a conscience." For reference, Dave is Richardson's hall director, the same building where a certain CA has not only lost the duty keys, but ALSO lost her master key, and won't have to suffer the consequences. Other than that she's resigning, but whether she's being forced out or is of her own decision is debatable. And Parker, ohhh Parker.....the albino Dean of Students. How about that?
However, due to the swearing.... Lindsay: You know, most people don't use that sort of language with their superiors
Matt: Yeah, and I usually have some respect for my superiors.
Fuck yeah! :3
So now you get a glimpse of how Friday went. Now, on top of the quote from Matt in the first group's presentation, my group went last. And our overall point was that we are still students, and schoolwork takes priority. All three of us members stated it in some way, shape or form. And the best part? She was piiiiiiiissed. Grimaced during our presentation, even. And I don't feel an ounce of remorse. Honestly, I felt proud for us as a group to stand up for him like that.
I was just waiting for her to say something, I really was. But if she does give me shit for anything, she will hear it, and hear it loudly...oh wait, no one's said that they're coming back next year. Is that loud enough for you?
To start, the first group that went had a nice quote from Matt. Ohh, did we laugh, but it was glorious because Lindsay was not particularly pleased....and why was she not pleased?
Because she doesn't like him. Never has this entire year, especially if she's been giving him 80 hours a week of work....then there was this past Friday.
Wednesday night, as I've stated, was when Matt was out at the desk with me pulling an all-nighter on a group project for class. Because like every other group, they were having issues with meeting at times when everyone was available; Friday, it was during the hall directors' meeting. So Lindsay is pissed because he missed the meeting, along with a 1-on-1 with her. These meetings don't last just 15 or 30 minutes, they last an hour or more...it's ridiculous. Now let's see how things went when he reminded her that school work, aka a group project, is more important than a meeting that happens every freaking week.
Matt: Academics come first.
Lindsay: But you have a job.
Matt: Yeah, and academics come first, let's ask Parker or President Abbott why we're here in the first place, it's for academics
Lindsay: Well I heard that you went out trapping with Bob and had lunch with him....
What. The. Fuck. This was where Matt flipped shit, and this is where I draw the line also. For one, I KNEW that he was with his group, because I was working the front desk at the time. If Lindsay had the fucking common courtesy to ASK me if I knew where he was as opposed to making assumptions, then all would be fine and dandy, I'd tell her where he was. But noooo....
Matt: First, I don't even know what the fuck trapping is, and second, where the hell had you heard that?!
Now he starts swearing. And based on what he told us, this was where he was also thinking "Yeah, and I heard that you've been sleeping with both Dave AND Parker, but you don't see me saying anything about that because I've got a conscience." For reference, Dave is Richardson's hall director, the same building where a certain CA has not only lost the duty keys, but ALSO lost her master key, and won't have to suffer the consequences. Other than that she's resigning, but whether she's being forced out or is of her own decision is debatable. And Parker, ohhh Parker.....the albino Dean of Students. How about that?
However, due to the swearing.... Lindsay: You know, most people don't use that sort of language with their superiors
Matt: Yeah, and I usually have some respect for my superiors.
Fuck yeah! :3
So now you get a glimpse of how Friday went. Now, on top of the quote from Matt in the first group's presentation, my group went last. And our overall point was that we are still students, and schoolwork takes priority. All three of us members stated it in some way, shape or form. And the best part? She was piiiiiiiissed. Grimaced during our presentation, even. And I don't feel an ounce of remorse. Honestly, I felt proud for us as a group to stand up for him like that.
I was just waiting for her to say something, I really was. But if she does give me shit for anything, she will hear it, and hear it loudly...oh wait, no one's said that they're coming back next year. Is that loud enough for you?
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Itching for a New Project
I had an idea last night. One that probably isn't a very good one, but nonetheless, I want to make a scarf. But not just any scarf. I want to recreate the original scarf of the 4th Doctor on Doctor Who, worn by the one and only Tom Baker. However, there are a few problems with this plan:
1) The original scarf was 9 feet long, and 11 inches wide. I'm only 5 feet tall, that's barely half of what this scarf is!
2) Based on the website's suggestions, the yarn to use is preferably worsted, wool kind. And very well may add up to over $80 if I go by most of the top choices. Daaaaamn....really, I don't know if it's a good idea if that's the total amount. Granted, I looked online and others were selling their own replicas for $270. So I'm making a scarf that's worth $270 for only 80....but still. That's quite a bit for a scarf. :/
So that's my current predicament. I'd probably have to buy a new pair of needles for it and shit, but that wouldn't be so bad. It's just the price of the yarn and the sheer amount that I have to buy that's iffy. And the effort it would take to recalibrate the size/amounts myself is more than I'm willing to put up with...at the moment.
Maybe my mind will change when I go to Hobby Lobby sometime.
1) The original scarf was 9 feet long, and 11 inches wide. I'm only 5 feet tall, that's barely half of what this scarf is!
2) Based on the website's suggestions, the yarn to use is preferably worsted, wool kind. And very well may add up to over $80 if I go by most of the top choices. Daaaaamn....really, I don't know if it's a good idea if that's the total amount. Granted, I looked online and others were selling their own replicas for $270. So I'm making a scarf that's worth $270 for only 80....but still. That's quite a bit for a scarf. :/
So that's my current predicament. I'd probably have to buy a new pair of needles for it and shit, but that wouldn't be so bad. It's just the price of the yarn and the sheer amount that I have to buy that's iffy. And the effort it would take to recalibrate the size/amounts myself is more than I'm willing to put up with...at the moment.
Maybe my mind will change when I go to Hobby Lobby sometime.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Twilight Zone?
Quite a few people already know, but the past few days I've been debating about telling HCB that I happened to like him. And the results were a whole slew of different results...varying from a big YES from many friends, to the adage "Be careful" from a former CA and current CA. So I finally got the nerve to ask Sures for his advice, because him and HCB are so close. And in all honesty, I'm glad I did.
Then again, what was his response? Don't do it. Went on about how now is a bad time to ask because HCB isn't in the right frame of mind, how it would ruin the friendship, and how HCB would most likely feel superior to me if he knew I liked him. And because this is Sures, who I believe would have both our backs, I'm listening to him. I'd been debating about saying anything because, well, if you have any doubts about saying it then probably don't...plus I'm extremely shy on those matters. Why would I say anything now? Mostly because time is running out before he's out of his contract, and sometimes I worry about the competition. I'm so convinced that I've already lost the fight when I could be totally wrong. Or I could just be overly optimistic. But after last night....it's hard to say.
Let's put it this way. I was working the front desk Wednesday night like usual, and of course I'm just praying that nothing real shitty goes down as it has lately. Seriously, the only reason I didn't work the desk last Wednesday was because the dorms closed at 6pm for Thanksgiving Break. So in reality, the last two shifts that I've worked midnight to 3am Thursday morning has been adventure-filled and messed up. I had no idea whether this Wednesday would have anything happen again, but I was going to laugh if it did.
Well it did. But in a different way. What happened was that a little after I started working at midnight, HCB came out with his laptop, with the intention of working on a big group paper due the next day. Yeah, which meant studying with me at the front desk. Long story short...uh, we actually didn't part ways till 5am. The desk usually closes at 3, and even after I had closed up most of it, we were still studying. And it hadn't even dawned on me until the next morning that holy shit, HCB tolerated my presence for 5 hours. That's pretty impressive, actually. Especially since I did a wonderful job at making an ass of myself, as I usually do nowadays. So maybe a recap is in order...
But now it's past 3am and I'm starting to forget what I might've wanted to add in here...but anyway. I'm still hooked up on the whole 5-hour thing with me. I mean, we were both there a full 2 hours after the desk closed. He didn't say anything about my sticking around until 5am. He had every reason to study in his room like he usually does.
But ah well. It was a promising night, considering that I've been so reluctant to tell him. Sures says I shouldn't say anything, I don't, and HCB just seems to come around for me that night. :P
Then again, what was his response? Don't do it. Went on about how now is a bad time to ask because HCB isn't in the right frame of mind, how it would ruin the friendship, and how HCB would most likely feel superior to me if he knew I liked him. And because this is Sures, who I believe would have both our backs, I'm listening to him. I'd been debating about saying anything because, well, if you have any doubts about saying it then probably don't...plus I'm extremely shy on those matters. Why would I say anything now? Mostly because time is running out before he's out of his contract, and sometimes I worry about the competition. I'm so convinced that I've already lost the fight when I could be totally wrong. Or I could just be overly optimistic. But after last night....it's hard to say.
Let's put it this way. I was working the front desk Wednesday night like usual, and of course I'm just praying that nothing real shitty goes down as it has lately. Seriously, the only reason I didn't work the desk last Wednesday was because the dorms closed at 6pm for Thanksgiving Break. So in reality, the last two shifts that I've worked midnight to 3am Thursday morning has been adventure-filled and messed up. I had no idea whether this Wednesday would have anything happen again, but I was going to laugh if it did.
Well it did. But in a different way. What happened was that a little after I started working at midnight, HCB came out with his laptop, with the intention of working on a big group paper due the next day. Yeah, which meant studying with me at the front desk. Long story short...uh, we actually didn't part ways till 5am. The desk usually closes at 3, and even after I had closed up most of it, we were still studying. And it hadn't even dawned on me until the next morning that holy shit, HCB tolerated my presence for 5 hours. That's pretty impressive, actually. Especially since I did a wonderful job at making an ass of myself, as I usually do nowadays. So maybe a recap is in order...
- HCB asked at least twice whether he was playing his music too loud. Which he wasn't, and I was glad he was playing music, it was something different than the same-old same-old.
- He also apologized once for his shitty singing. Even though I don't mind at all, and find it quite amusing when he does sing along to whatever the hell he's listening to.
- Note to self: His favorite band is Led Zeppelin. But he also has a soft spot for Ave Maria. o.O
- He doesn't have a problem with listening to classical music. That's what we listened to for a good hour or so, too. It was pretty nice, actually....
- Because I made an ass of myself, and he decided to give me shit for it, I gave myself permission to punch him in the arm for it. :3
- He complemented me on my Facebook picture, which felt pretty nice. For one, it's not like he commented about it on FB, he had to do it to my face, and it's been up for a while, lol.
- While on the subject of Facebook, I had to let it slip that I knew about his second Facebook profile. Which I've speculated about long before Sam found it for me anyway, but that's no matter. I did let it slip that Sam was the one to show me, but I was vague about how much creeping I've done on it, little as I could do. But I made the mistake of telling him that Trapper was a friend on it, because he then removed Trapper from the friends list on his secret Facebook page, along with a couple others. So now no more access to certain photos... >.>
- For as secret as it is, he felt willing to share who he had added to it. Which included a few NHL players, who he had to point out. I wanna know how the hell he has so many friends in high places, damnit!
Oh, he also conveniently mentioned that he actually had three profiles on there. Wtf. I don't even know what he'd need a third one for anyway, the second one had his brother and Chris on it anyway... >.> - He also knows how to treat my mentees well! I mentor a freshman named Hanna, and she's such a sweetie...she's also one that applied to be a CA next semester. I pity her for having to put up with Lindsay and the bunch now, but she's just too awesome to pass up! Originally the talks were that she would be in Beede, but that would be if Kati doesn't come back because she may be going to Australia instead. Or at least HCB was going to fight to keep Hanna in Beede, because he didn't like where they were going to put her, wherever that was going to be. So today I found out that yes, she has been accepted, but she's in Mickelson with me! So that may mean we're actually going to have a floor with two girl CAs with the way things are going....and I'm kinda hoping that she'll get to be my Co. Because that would be FANTASTIC! :D
- Now that I know she's going to be in Mick, I almost wanna tell HCB thanks for taking care of her and keeping her close to Beede/Mick...jeeze. D:
- He now has a small taste of my nerdy side. When Hanna was leaving to go upstairs, HCB had told her not to panic just because she hadn't gotten her CA acceptance letter yet. So she made the same comment at the end of the night, and I told her she'd be fine if she had her towel. Hanna had to ask about the towel, and both HCB and I said Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Because apparently he's also read the book. Whether that's plural or not I'm not sure, but sweet! But then I got all frustrated and giddy at the same time talking about the movie version and how the movie had to bring back the old Marvin from the TV series, which my dad happens to have on DVD. Now all I need to do is ramble on about Doctor Who with him around and my nerdiness will be complete!
- I learned where basketball ranks on his list of priorities. "Basketball is my second favorite sport. Wanna guess what my number one sport is? EVERYTHING ELSE!" He even called basketball the most pointless sport...and I squee'd a little inside. :3
- While listening to Pandora, there was one particular song that I knew I'd heard before and liked, and HCB definitely liked the song, so somehow we had the best synchronized "YES!" moment during the night. I went straight into a giggling fit and asked him "Could we have synchronized that any better?" His response: "I don't think so.
- Second synchronized moment was when the custodians were coming in to start working a little before 5am. For some reason, we both said "See ya" the exact same time in the same way as they were leaving...and it was a little freaky. o.O
- He likes the pressed coffee, which intrigued me a bit. Then he poured it in a giant blue coffee mug, which actually reminds me a lot of my mom's mugs that she uses because she REALLY likes her coffee...so anyhow.
- I'm starting to think he likes his wines dry, because he has a tendency to give the impression that the sweeter wines are just not his thing. Random fact I learned while I watched him shop online for wine. :P
- It was also amusing hearing him exchange messages on Facebook with one of the Beede freshmen. Holy crap, that CiCi...she not only plays with Kacee's laser pointer like it's the latest shiny toy around, but she's just not that bright. Although she did call him a womanizer, when she's probably right in that respect. Lulz. But I did laugh when he said "I'm pretty sure I just used a word that she doesn't know what it means..." It was captivate. Really.
- He also spent a good portion of the night complaining every time he stood up. He always has hockey practice on Wednesday nights, but one of the kids tripped him on the ice or something accidentally. So he was all in a tizzy over the bruise on his hip and his freaking knee which only further shows his age. But today he was still sore as hell in the hip, so he was starting to wonder if he'd fractured something. That's why I don't get the appeal of athletes sometimes, they turn old before anyone else just from the complications. :/
- Another random fact, he told me that he broke up with one of his former girlfriends because she had dyed her hair black. He really doesn't like black hair. o.O
- At one point when Kati was at the desk with us, he randomly turned to us and asked us who our favorite actors were. And actresses. Which led to some interesting discussions about different guys. He questioned whether I liked my man Matt Bomer for his acting ability or his looks, and I had to say BOTH of course! :3 But I can forgive HCB, because he doesn't watch enough TV. :P
- ALL of this shit happens, and he doesn't bother to ask till 5am why I was still awake. After we had sat there for the last hour or half hour just listening to music and not talking. Then again, when he did talk, it was all swearing because he was just that pissed at his group and their paper, but I was cool with it. Plus I was trying to crank out some stuff for shitty XDIS and half-ass a source for Basic Newswriting.
But now it's past 3am and I'm starting to forget what I might've wanted to add in here...but anyway. I'm still hooked up on the whole 5-hour thing with me. I mean, we were both there a full 2 hours after the desk closed. He didn't say anything about my sticking around until 5am. He had every reason to study in his room like he usually does.
But ah well. It was a promising night, considering that I've been so reluctant to tell him. Sures says I shouldn't say anything, I don't, and HCB just seems to come around for me that night. :P
Friday, November 26, 2010
Mr. Brightside
I think, after a sufficient amount of debate and evidence.....I lost.
To California.
And now with the inevitable...I don't know if it even pays to say anything. :/
To California.
And now with the inevitable...I don't know if it even pays to say anything. :/
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